Objects in Mirror are Closer Than They Appear

by Chris Butler

In the rearview,
the road always follows close behind.

I watch as life passes by
inside of the double yellow lines,

while ignoring all the signs
of orange warnings and red stoppages

and the winged insects
splattering against the frosted windshield,

chasing the horizon
by trying to drive out to end of the earth,

where there is no dead end
in sight.