Postcards from the End
Thinking of you these last few lonely miles
and sending random snapshots from the road,
reminders of how the world sometimes smiles
back if we just look, look absent the heavy load
life piles on. I’ve been seeing with soft eyes
lately, taking in what I can of the fading light
and the lovely shapes and forms that pass by
my window, as back roads turn left or right—
at my age I don’t much care. I just drive,
now and then arrested by a sudden scene
that maybe isn’t much, but nonetheless I strive
to render, share, and think what it might mean.
Anyway, a few postcards for you, a distant kiss,
an amazed way of saying, “Hey, look at this.”