Eastbound – a poem by J.A. Lagana

Eastbound 

Moon-lit pavements, white lines
like dime store rhinestones.
Another mile or two to go. The drive made bearable
by the incremental presence of street lights—
silver-tipped,
they line the route,
high as treetops
from some sacred place.
Pensive metal,
their top-caps & cameras,
dusted in snow.

J. A. Lagana’s poetry has appeared in Atlanta Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Cider Press Review, Heron Tree, Rattle, and elsewhere. She is the author of the poetry collection Make Space (Finishing Line Press, 2023) and a forthcoming chapbook Edge of Highway. She was a finalist for the 2023 Julia Peterkin Literary Award in Poetry. An avid bird-watcher and knitter, she is a founder and former co-editor of River Heron Review and lives in a Bucks County, PA river town where she raised her family. Learn more at jlagana.com.

2 Comments

  1. A nighttime drive in winter is mesmerizing. I think Lagana describes the experience beautifully.

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    1. J. A. Lagana's avatar J. A. Lagana says:

      I’m happy you enjoyed my poem, Priscilla. Your kind words are much appreciated. Thank you. ~JAL

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