Steve Malmude, p.1
NOMAD’S LANE
I am
stuck
in a traffic
jam
a cloud
shadow
courses
across
I cop
at a restop
I am
dream
free
and the road
leaps out
to me
o
paired dots
of raw
lights
and
unknown
crosswind
options
where
a parked
car
rocked
a fog
cushion
nudges
a prison
people
go
through
a duffle
they
age and move
out of
the way
the
ashes
of high
officials’
dunes’
forms
evolve
and move.
I am
stuck
in a traffic
jam
a cloud
shadow
courses
across
I cop
at a restop
I am
dream
free
and the road
leaps out
to me
o
paired dots
of raw
lights
and
unknown
crosswind
options
where
a parked
car
rocked
a fog
cushion
nudges
a prison
people
go
through
a duffle
they
age and move
out of
the way
the
ashes
of high
officials’
dunes’
forms
evolve
and move.