We lurk in each other’s shadows
just out of sight, windshield glare,
ghost halos, shivers of recognition,
breezes through boneyards.
Sometimes I feel like the hood
and sometimes I feel like the deer,
either way crumpled. Nothing
to do but drive on, it’s long past
nightfall, no moon, only clouds,
dumbly they hang, blankfaced,
so even the shadows are gone,
same as when I close my eyes.