The creatures of nature
do not brood long
when some are subtracted.
shields the ephemeral
from the anguish of loss.
The lights from cars, trucks, buses
pierce the night highway,
birthing us kin a moment or two
with other estranged drivers,
as we race past foreign vehicles,
intent on unknown places,
in a land that dispossesses us.
Copyright 2007, Gary Beck
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