Also uses ‘Car British Engine Rev Wheel Spin’ from SoundScalpel

After The Weekend


We wind up, and over.

Paddocks sweep past, barren on our left.
To our right, the pine forest’s dark.

I think it is finished.
In the dragging silence
I feel you anxious for other roads.

We replay separate memories
of the final argument.
Word for word,
your hand turning the wheel -
wordless.


© Deb Matthews-Zott