Interstate Ghost (Take 2)

Please, 
your form as it
weaves through the 
glittering of traffic.


There you stand
strange specter of
my longings, holding 
emergency flares
in the shoulder.


Scattered metal,
smoky shoulder doused
in rain. The strobe
of red-purple-blue
-the accident my
eyes blindly wander to,
the rearview mirror
full of your form.


Those stray blinking lights
all along the I-5,
your shapelessness
through the tetris of cars.


You, ghost-pale.
Deathly shimmering 
on the yellow lines.


The rain glitters
on your soggy shoulders
-you are everywhere,
unescapable even in
the mind's blind spot.


White knuckled,
the two of us 
with fists clenched 
and teeth grinding.


I shiver as your 
roadway spirit 
passes through me.