lights chasing each other

Alone on a full charter bus at nineteenshe leaned a warm cheek against the glassto feel the bone-cold outsidecrystals forming near her breathstaring into the firstmoments of the dayafter Christmas.Speeding southbound throughstars and towns, the familydinner long cold behind her;had they yet cleared Virginia?She looked over the meadows to thedistant ranch house roofs,long low rowsContinue reading “lights chasing each other”