80.

 

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-

                                                          ward
death.

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.

 
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