covering my windshield
and this morning
the best i could do
was curse in the dark
while scraping a big enough hole
to see through as i drove
slumped in my seat
later
in the light
after coffee
and a bit of writing
i saw the swirling mural
spread across my car’s roof
like an ice sculpture
of ferns from a redwood forest
i stood in admiration
as the rising sun
made it gleam
Brian Rihlmann was born in NJ, and currently lives in Reno, NV. He writes mostly semi autobiographical, confessional free verse. He has been published in Constellate Magazine, and has an upcoming piece in The American Journal Of Poetry.
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