November Night (poem)

I've literally waited almost a year because I wanted to post this when it was actually November but yeah here ya go :)

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November Night

I’m driving. It’s night,

and it’s raining.

I haven’t grown used to the

early darkness that now surrounds

even though it isn’t yet time

to sleep.

Never before have I felt the wind

from the driver’s seat,

placing its indecisive index finger

on the car like a chess piece.

It’s cold, and I wonder if the rain

will turn to snow.

No, of course not.

It’s too harsh, falling

too fast. It streaks down

in white lines that open up before me

like a monster as I pass through—not

speeding, but maybe not slow enough—

and think, maybe,

it will swallow me whole.

~11/19/16