Road Blindness

Somewhere along I-95
I finally come to understand
this thing called road blindness,
having centered myself in deep thinking
about what some character would or wouldn’t do,
some mystery of foggy logistics,
for a indeterminate sum of seconds,
coming out of it to
sudden swaths of cadmium forsythia
along the shoulder,
followed immediately by
a road sign for Glastonbury,
which is the hometown
of this one impossible love of mine,
you know the type,
who keeps appearing in my Facebook feed,
and Google Reader, and Email Inbox,
because people send me this shit not even thinking.



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