On the Windshield

When I was alive

I used to think love lasts forever

Right here, on the windshield

Right before dawn

Leaves cut through veins

Of autumn turn to gray

Ashes, and love, and lemon peels

Dandelion dust

And we ran, among winds

Into a swerve of fire

Tender warmth of burning

Smokey cedar wood

I was looking forward

Toward a past unmade

Stick figures parading by

A crimson house of cards

We should enjoy the fire

Together while it lasts

The master of truth

Is a master of deceit

Right here, on the windshield

Right now untoward

When I was alive

I’m not living

12.2020.

By Aran Meredith