Two-Day Drive

by Mike Foldes

Leafless trees
With steel trunks
And stars in their eyes.
300 miles between words.
An Appian Way
Where all roads
Lead everywhere
And you don’t know
Where you’re going
Until you get there.
The old roads aren’t
Where they’re supposed to be;
drive for years,
the landscape never
looks the same
As what filters
thru memory.
A veil of fog settles
on the valley.
We drive into it,
As if opening a book,
Suspending animation:
“There are other planets
in the universe,
But none like earth …”