through the streaks on the
windshield scraped by ice
clogged wiper blades
red and white and yellow
light feet away moving
carved flat spots of road
down the mountain
road that twists on
mountains in the winter
invisible in snow white
---headlights and flashers
blind trust defines the night
the roads are closed
and empty
except for the snow plow
on highway 50
I follow
the old road whispering
Donner Party
time in the Sierras
snow white black
light gone hungry
for earth below.
John Frost
