Drag Racing
a stretch of experience
with dotted line between
they rode late one night
filling the earth
with sounds of crashing
no red light, no heeding
no blinking lights to catch
a faceless town, devoid
of citizens, cresting a hilltop
and suddenly not alone.
Linear
this the measure
of space to space
arm to finger and nose
to mouth
reason to faith and vice
versa
mind to speech and verse
to prose
Expert
they called the white coat
to come flapping in
with careful latex finger
he (she?) ran over evidence
extracting filaments
unseen factors
then speaking in prescription
language and test tube smiling
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is currently available on Amazon.
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