“Let our scars fall in love.” – Galway Kinnell
Let the tire tracks we leave
in the fresh powder
fall in love with the arms
already asleep with The Walking Dead.
Let the fuel lights of our minds
love us enough to keep us
going twenty more miles,
on the nights we can’t stop
for fear of missing the next brilliant idea.
Let the snow-covered curbs we hit
while making careless right turns
forgive us and love us anyway
though we forget they are there
to keep us inbounds.
And let the windows we fail to defrost
thoroughly in the morning have mercy upon us.
Let their benevolence allow us
just the right amount of clarity to see
the brake lights ahead of us,
the coffee shops to the right of us,
and the phantoms behind us.