Nevada Midnight

Nevada Midnight

A Poem by Anna Dragon

I can see the end of the road;
a sandy bluff hiding in the thistles
where the asphalt crumbles. 

A distance that the headlights 
don't quite reach out to
but that the starlight finds.

I don't pull over into that old
ditch where the cedar trees
hang their branches nakedly.

Falling off into the abysmal
things that swarm streetlights;
prisms in the heavy mist.

What is left of the torrential rain;
struggling to keep ahead of all the
phantoms chasing us in the mirror. 

I can see the end of the road
approaching in black coffee steam
and cocaine on a young Sunday.

The drop-off holds no depth
in the face of our flaming oblivion;
all quaking silhouettes come again.

© 2021 Anna Dragon


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Has a Thelma and Louise sound to it. Cocaine is not the best companion to go driving with on a dark night.

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Added on March 11, 2021
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Tags: midnight, nevada, death, sanctuary, dark, night, desert, life

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Anna Dragon
Anna Dragon

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