it is night when my father
takes my mother on a truck ride
whips the narrow mountain roads
a teetering roller coaster car
its headlights cutting planks of light
from the darkness
Bell bound the shadows are more road
than the cracked asphalt which creeps
beyond the black curtains
of the forest’s encroaching growth
my mother braces against the dash
she cries let me out
and is struck by the sudden
stillness of the once
rushing night
he reaches across to shove
open the passenger door
so get out
leaves her standing
in the tightening darkness
the red eyes of his brake lights
growing distant and small
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