Poem

March Elegy

Listen to Elizabeth Arnold reading this poem.
When the wheels lost traction for a moment and the car slid swinging sideways on the road, my heart

loosened inside its housing, started … then snapped back
—even within the buoyancy our bodies

made of air—into the strategized civility
I’d engineered, the wet snow falling

and the sky above that (what we couldn’t see but rode through really)
blank unpilotable.

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