Driving
between broken white spines
of the New Jersey Parkway,
lanes
hook over the horizon
like rung-less ladders.
I
ask:
line
of sight,
or
foreshortening?
Processing
the speed
of 78 mph trees and grass blades,
an
overpass bludgeons the open road ahead.
With faith in my airbag,
I
ask:
trompe
l'oeil,
ou
faux pa?
...loosely
translated:
am I
Roadrunner
or
Coyote?