Driving at the Moon

You can't keep the snow

The half life miracle goes quick on hot hands

Especially in Oklahoma

Even if you put it in the freezer

The flakes die

Melt and solidify again

Like memories

Or dreams

Or the point I wanted to make

That I made

And remade

And with it battered and browbeat

The people I "loved"

So much energy spent creating

Rapid fire responses

To unmade arguments

"What are you driving at?"

Play that song again

"Pull yourself together, man!"

And the road will soothe you

Pulling the wheel

Missing the ruts

Remembering the toxic leak

And the bare tread

Hearing the chirp

Driving at the moon.