It’s about time to go. That edge-worn jacket
of late winter—and someone’s singing on top of his car
Inside the raw scar on his knee, I place the imagined
land of ether and dust.
I’m leaving in the dark—travel is travel to-
Under the oily cold semi urban air, the waking sounds
of industry and dogs
dig me in.
Julie Carr is the author of Mead: An Epithalamion and Equivocal. She teaches at the University of Colorado, Boulder, and is the co-publisher, with Tim Roberts, of Counterpath Press.