A circled image of the passed–
to see what is careening,
about to overtake, thinning
and thrushing the air,
the distance behind
flattened and tunneled
into a one-dimensional
disk that I can cover
with a palm. Ahead–sky-filled
clouds and a sun
above a road
to follow.
Sarah Dickenson Snyder has two poetry collections, The Human Contract and Notes from a Nomad. Recent work will appear or has been in The Comstock Review, Damfino Press, The Main Street Rag, Chautauqua Literary Magazine, RHINO, The Sewanee Review, Front Porch, and Whale Road Review. https://sarahdickensonsnyder.
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