Two columns each of red and white,
lamps behind faceted plastic,
move through some solitary
snows along dark channels,
the red blinking brighter with intent,
the white obscured sometimes:
trees and overpasses, signs from above
loom and glow,
mostly highway green, some
a brown out of place.
A flake drifts down.
Go lights from a world below
punctuate red and white,
hazy, maybe from Night Café.

There’s no movement without music
though. It’s Underworld’s Second Toughest—
Persephone perhaps—drives the car
through the dark.

© 2004, Amy Hart.