Sonnets for Lily Yukon - 6. Lost Highway

I wanted to write you a beautiful poem recalling the dozens of
sand dollars dying in the sand as the white unhealthy fog
        covered us—it
wasn't my fault Lily—it wasn’t a beach this
road inundated in two feet of snow two silhouettes walk down, &

one tries to steal a kiss;
So there were 2 people on that road’s shoulder & neither one of
        them wore my tweed coat—
which just about then seemed like a whole lot of mirrors woven
        together; &
I could hear you, Lily, saying, So this is outer space...

a theorem explaining the intersection of parallel lines; the
sputtering candle, a metal bookcase filled with regrets; & I
think I remember you from another Saturday, a
boat cut adrift, now sailing past the concrete
shore where my memories washed up
lonesome as shoes without a stove to thaw them

Jack Hayes
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