Love and a Reimagined Mill Swamp Road Some wit with a Sharpie has turned the traffic sign’s yellow spot into a Pac-Man gobbling up the incline. Real lights can’t play the game. Go, stop, yield—nothing left to chance or judgment. Run and risk a ticket, a remedial class. Out west, some cops let it go: terrain, weather, the blueness of the sky. The world needs rules and also wildness. But no winners. It’s a game. Inky Blinky Pinky Clyde: swallow the ghosts. Let this road, unlike Frost’s, converge with itself. Imagine infinite plays. To yield: to win. Copyright 2022 by Pamela Murray Winters
Bio:
Pamela Murray Winters is a poet living in Maryland, where Mill Swamp Road is a winding, wooded stretch near Davidsonville, a connection between two bigger roads.
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This poem has such energy, right from the quirky opening image: a very particular piece of observation. And love as a combination of dangerous driving on a country road and a game of Pac-Man? Freaky!