Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One
Featured Theme: Rebirth

Patricia Belote

Winter Doves and Phantoms on State Road 85

The brown shoulder shivered a flush of winter doves. They flapped onto the road and upward. The sky and asphalt scattered so; I didn't know which way to look. Panic hit the brake, cursed the harsh light of late year. I tell you, I could not tell shadow from real. I braced for bones. Focused in the rearview, I saw the feathered truth that flew. I felt the phantoms slip beneath my wheels and fade behind me.