White Tail - Heather Woods Broderick

A road and its creeping unending movement

A slide show passing

Surrender to sleepless shifting

The din of upwelling and dying away

The din of upwelling and dying away

What’s left behind

Never to be thought of again

No kidding, an untangible space

A tangled place, it’s not gentle

A tangled place, it’s not gentle

To remain in a swollen sphere of all things

Hanging around following behind, or waiting ahead

Moving through the white tail of the jet stream

Moving through the white tail of the jet stream

Moving through the white tail of the jet stream