Poems by D. Dina Friedman
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Driving in the Dark
by D. Dina Friedman
Dina lives in the Connecticut River Watershed, just below the Mount Holyoke Range in western Massachusetts, former home of the Pocumtuc Nation.
The moon, a mean girl,
swivels her face to the clouds,
leaves us defenseless.
Ribbons of headlight
unveil the asphalt shadows,
enigmatic curves.
The clouds, the mottled
night, a tourniquet stanching
sight. The crickets gone.
Bears sleep in their dens.
We’ve seen their debauchery
with the bird-feeder.
Signs warn of rockslides.
In the scant, slippery air
we climb the high pass,
car roar cracks the hush,
fingers of fog at our throats,
the tense earth panting.
© D. Dina Friedman