Edward Doegar

Three Poems

Night Drive

That narcotic quality.
The paradox of headlights on the hedgerow.
Bach’s violins; then the Carpenters, again.
We’ve only just begun…

Ten and two at ten to two. The slow thunk
Of catseyes as you overtake.
Going nowhere you know where you’re going.
Monotony is the warm fizz in your back.

Brake lights for the Welcome Break:
A red smudge. Someone must be turning in.
You wouldn’t call it a premonition
But you see it coming.

Other cars become landmarks. A Volvo
Provokes you. You pull into the absence
Of a hard shoulder.
This is how things happen.


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