HWHERE

The orange light invests your glower
With all the glory of the burning tires
Piled up between us. I stare
As meaningfully as I can; soon the entire orchard
is as if in daylight and the tarry smoke
settles down. I lower our car off the jack
and drive us home. Our wheels unzip
the blacktop, and the woods on either side
fall away like undone teeth. To the gods a vessel,
your sternness makes me smile.