I drove back up to Indiana,
It was calm,
I discussed this with a bartender,
Passed the deviating girl at the truck stop
With the still blue eyes,
.
Rode around
Amidst words,
Kept seeing words like
“Can’t” and “won’t”
Piping
Out from the miscellaneous underbrush,
.
And now
After a denouement,
I see motion too,
As I weave through cemeteries.