Last Business Trip

No I-95, not this time.

My pencil trembles over thin west-bent lines.

Circles names like Darlington, Dublin, and New Hope.

I imagine quiet blue orchards and hilltop schools. Cottaged main streets I might have paraded down. Church girls I might have married.

New York and D.C. look like gun chambers now.

I-95, a steel blur.


Brad Magnarella.