Mark
The Mini’s high beams are not very strong,
but they’re all I’ve got to steer me off
this road and onto the highway.
Branches grab the car like claws
that want to catch me and take me
hostage deep inside the woods.
Owls hoot and wolves howl
like the whole forest is pissed
off that I am here, intruding.
.
I knew it was time to go when the clouds cleared,
uncovering a crescent moon that hung
like a big white smile in the sky.
My dad’s key was shiny in the ground
at my feet and I could almost feel his hand
squeezing my shoulder, saying thanks.
