“I STOPPED TO WATCH”

I stopped to watch
before reaching the place
I grew up. Over these fields,
I could watch the sun
set into forever. It was everywhere
I wanted to be
and nowhere, all at once.
A neighborhood of barbecues
and fabric softener. Of burning
leaves and squealing tires.
I watched the sun melt
until the sky was red and the traffic
light turned green.
My toe tapped the pedal.
I was thirty two,
accelerating into the vanishing point
of the road
I was going down.
Instinctively, I began to slow,
signalling my turn toward home,
where my path suddenly grew dark.
Waxing poetic, I'd forgotten
my headlights were out.

narrative poem written on 09-20-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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