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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Catherine McLain

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Highway at Midnight

What I could do now is drive—
cut through the night sharp and clean
as a guitar scream,
electric as a kestrel
intent on prey,
failure impossible.
What I cannot do is forget,
fold over and hide the thought
of your face, cold and clear
as the moon above the city,
as an owl's eye—
keen and hard as tin.