The red, hot light filled
the sky space between mountain
and dark black clouds,
as if some hell had opened up behind it,
threatening to swallow up
this town and my car and the whole length of road.
Its name is devil mountain
but not because of this,
more because of the sunscorch
that happens when you try to look it in the eye.
This night there is dancing on the other side,
those that cackle at
our plans to picnic and claim it as ours
this place of indescribable…
too hard to ponder.
Now urgent this question of demons
and the swift sloping flight of bird.
the side that
I never dreamed of.