#8

Along the Cadillac's tire,
a boa of mud.

The passenger seat, a day-after-
tickertape parade of photos,
torn and quartered.

Alabama trees hunched over, a conductor
mid-note, awaiting the strings,
crescendo ringing leaf song.

Spotted white car, stetched long
in the driveway, the held song
of an empty tank, a million miles,

and a woman painting herself
into a stained glass window.