Owl in the Headlights

this evening as I watched the dark horizon roll
around a mountain curve, great talons tore my headlights
and carried gleaming shreds off toward the moon

and I thought,
Owl again -
the Changer

and for a moment I could see
with fierce, unblinking eyes
viridian and black-cherry red

colors in the dark

there are no road signs for this journey
no yellow-diamond heiroglyph for wild night wind
but just outside the headlights' sweep
dreams look up with startled silver eyes

and we never know the road until we've gone
all the way down

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