New York State Thruway

Carolyn Oliver

some valley or a passage

boxy sedans on the ridge

kingdom white plane sky

cooking dozens and one half

egg boat nose aimed down slope

at the doe’s wet head lace

curtains window teeth abandoned

scorch ebb then well green life-rot

crow finials on branchless aspens

climb out of marsh scum-crust

island tuft rose of sharon

faultless she croons

why do you think you need

to seek the halls of death