here’s a problem that most
travelers encounter when they
are guided by nothing but illumination
or as some would call it, affirmation:

there is a canopy of red lights,
but i do not know where to stop.

there is a myriad of green lights,
but i do not know where to go.

and this night is a freeway stretched
the way moonlight bends on silver spoons
or shadows, when they are distorted by ghosts.
i think you should, at least once
every five miles, give me directions
as to where your town might be.