Grace 4

     Roy Herndon Smith

The feathery deep
greens of banks of trees under
heavy grey-white sky,

sallow and dirty
green grass—the earth’s unkempt fur
ruffled by breezes.

The bus glides, bumps, and
shudders down the wet highway
towards a bright, warm place

and crystalline night,
blinding light and stars blazing
in the icy void.