VERSE:
Tate, Judith
JUDITH TATE PALE SEEDS ILLUMINED You know that certain car climate which attends when a man & woman drive late into the end of a long trip? Relief and soft anticipation? All that can be changed...
...All that can be changed by this: a shadow-colored dog runs out from the night & cracks his life against their car...
...Only runlets of blood run...
...With careful courtesy (read: pity, each for each), they do not kiss goodnight.ght...
...That sharp report links them to all innocent dumb death and briefly illumines the pale seeds planted in their own lethal flesh...
...He high-steps across the highway in a goofy dance of death &, with a final fancy spasm, rests his broken neck on the road's black shoulder...
Vol. 102 • May 1975 • No. 4
