Requiem

I followed the mountain road over the bends and the pitch black crest

Photo: © David Whyte

Requiem

Driving away
from your quiet body
through the pre-dawn dark
and the low roar
of the heater, still blowing chill
in the cold interior
of the dial-lit car,
the field walls illuminated
as if by passing eyes alone,
I followed the mountain road
over the bends
and the pitch black crest
of the winterage,
seeing the lit, cold stone,
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