justwrite 30 november

driving home or maybe away from
there's a spill on the highway
too early for headlights but plenty of red brakes
skating into collapsing piles accordions without music
nothing according to plan in this case
which is likely a case open spilled
wild clothes exposed all along the way
pressed wet into the black
waving into the flat macadam
cotton apart and open
the fabric of our lives left out
an open door or trunk
a backseat careless with windows
how could this have
we wonder
on our way to keeping it in
our layers our reasons our warmth
far too precious to drape across the yellow lines
what will they have when they arrive
where will they get and what will they wear