Tuesday, September 08, 2020

Tuesday poem #388 : Diana S. Adams : Thruway

Roads snake, on a trip
of their own, we follow them
out of a sinkdrain, hoping
for somewhere, where
nowhere is everywhere.
In the meat of my fist
I crack a thought
to pieces, then forget it
the old house comes back
pearled & intact
as it never was
people still aruging
fighting fictions
a one-night stand
after Sunday supper
          deparatures as arrivals
a gecko on the gas station wall
hangs over our exit
cornfields splay sideways
unattended, cloudwork--
elsewhere. The road goes through
the eye, one thin line
becomes a landscape

Diana S. Adams is an Edmonton, Alberta–based writer with work published in a variety of journals including Fence, Queen Mobs, Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Fogged Clarity, Poets and Artists, The Laurel Review, Ekleksogaphia and many more. Her third book of poetry, Hello Ice, was published by BlazeVOX Books. Imported Poems will soon be released by BlazeVOX Books . Diana has three poems in Best American Experimental Writing 2016.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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