Little River Road

by Aidan Andrew Dun


Running beside
the lighted window
heart of valedictions
you raced.

Desperate to lengthen
one second
you ran, victim
of distances, lost.

And when you followed
the small lights away
heart out of reach
you went down.

Cold heart
bluff of a liar
O then you
opened your gates.

In at your gates came
a wind crying out:
Open your gates
to the night.

Out of your vast night
came the one
only named

Easier with your
deep red churning
to race with him
than change the past.

And all that night
unbearable way
on broken stones
you ran.

Where is the road
for you, strange one
who would
outdistance light?

Try forever
to circle back
know that you
never can.