Amand Garnet Ruffo

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In The Haliburton Highlands Night

 

The car’s headlights wrench open the night,

trees caught in frenzy,

wipers slashing across our sight

straining to push

the heavy rain aside.

 

Up ahead a tow truck,

a man in a yellow raincoat

waving us on, slowly.

Commotion below the road.

A huge poplar snapped

by the wind.

 

A blue car with a crumpled

tin can roof.

The front end

suspended on cables

floating

above the ditch.

 

And us unable to help

or turn around

on the slick road,

expecting doom around every bend,

over every knoll. Thinking

how do you help the dead

anyway?


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