Dead End
Dead End
Erin Robinson
The snake I ride,
Has an uneven body,
That twists,
And turns.
Trees whiz by,
As I move on,
Down it’s length.
I stop,
Abruptly,
For I see the end.
It seems closer,
The ride was short,
But I’m there,
That’s that.
I pull off the road,
The snake in my mind,
Look at the road,
I knew so well.
I push the undergrowth,
I’m at the spot,
I kneel at the grave,
And lay at the flowers.

