just ahead on the ribbon of the road
and no-one seems to catch up with it;
the sodden pathways gleam, a sudden mist
in luminescent white washes the spun weaves
of a delicate truth, heavily bedewed
with the rain, trembling and restless.
The Right Words
I didn’t think of Paul, or his hometown very often, so it was a shock when Chet finally told me. I had to think for a split second why the destination made me uneasy, felt ominous somehow, more significant than I could immediately pinpoint. Then I remembered and my brain went into a tailspin, one memory among the whole rising like a black plume of smoke.