A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Friday, April 29, 2016

xxviii–xxix. Concretion

xxviii.

A New Jersey idyll would begin
And end with Route 1.

The antipodean terminals, Florida and Maine,
Coalesce along that serpentine highway,

Forming a vortex of vagaries and strip mall surfaces,
Flat blots on a depthless image.

xxvix.

Until, fascinated, like a zombie enchanted,
The rear of a Jeep Liberty greets you.

The heave forward crawling across your memory,
Even still, like molten chocolate down a chin:

A durable presence, a slip of ink,
On a concrete canvas.

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