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The Drive Home

By September 30, 2016No Comments

by Scott Porter

On that night,

The fields moved slow
and exhaled a tremulous whisper,
the engine-hum of an evening
on a quiet drive into
the dim of our own lights.

And I in the back seat,
head pressed against the cold,
watch the cloth of the earth rub thin
under the blur of soft forever lines
until the sky opens like a garage door.

Scott Porter is from Kearns, Utah. He is pursuing an MA at Brigham Young university with an emphasis in modernist poetry.