Forgotten Landscape

I am driving down a hill
without name on an
unnumbered highway.

This road transforms into
a snake winding around
coiled on hairpin turns.

See how it hisses though this
long night. Why am I alone?

At bottom of the incline
lies a dark village strangely
hushed with secrets.

How black it is. How difficult
to find what I must discover.

My fingers are tingling cool, smoke
combs the air, static fills night.

Continuing to cross gas lit streets
encountering dim intersections.

Another maze. One line
leads to another. Dead ends
become beginnings.

Listening to lisp of the road.
My slur of thoughts sink as
snake rasps grow louder.

See how the road slithers.
What can be explored? Where
can it be? All is in question.

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Joan McNerney’s poetry is published worldwide in over thirty-five countries in numerous literary magazines. She has received four Best of the Net nominations. The Muse in Miniature, Love Poems for Michael, and At Work are available on Amazon. A new title Light & Shadows has recently been released.