John Huggins 1990
there's something there
You don't want to see
the dimple in the chin
where the mean hides
or the pain glinting
from the orbs of the eyes
or the promises in the
sweet pungent odor
of freshly rained on pine trees
You try to swerve
seeing
You struggle with
your brain tightening
airbags become myths
and you are not saved
You end up in a ditch
or you crash
You make up stories
directions
Turn right, turn left
go east, go west
You create an angle
with a blind spot
until you comfortably
can't see
You peek at the
shadow slinking away
a blur
a might have
a could of
You pretend doubt
you never knew
never allowed
never to return to.....
Rozanna Landavazo copyright 2011
