Back to Boston from Vermont
Jan 30, 2021
I see banks of trees out the car window,
leaves turning to golden orange and red.
I think of the weekend — how perfect! —
and how that makes it easier
to appreciate this fall beauty, too.
I am about to promise myself
never to forget this moment
when the car’s stale air
is filthy and stuffy
and hurts my head
and there’s nothing I hate more
than seeing trees out the car window,
a snapshot
that tries to erase
all the stupid imperfections
of the weekend.