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View From Here
Aaron Sandberg
When on some freeway,
the hood unlatched,
flattening against the shield
to rob my view—
who could keep listening
to that unfallen angel
on one shoulder
make her measured case
to brake at this point
on this earth,
itself speeding blindly
into its own dark?
Tell me, please—
what other way was there
but to lean in, laugh,
and step harder on the gas?
Aaron Sandberg resides in America where he teaches. His recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Sporklet, Asimov’s Science Fiction, Abridged, Unbroken, The Racket, Writers Resist, Neologism, Yes Poetry, perhappened mag, and elsewhere. You might find him—though socially-distant—on Instagram @aarondsandberg.
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