"It's Always About You"

Never drive angry is something
you heard once. Your foot gets heavy,
tearing down back roads.

Pull over. It's warm enough to sleep here.
And quiet, though her voice keeps screaming.

See the rise of the eyeless moon:
indifferent silver, tangled in cloud.
Realize it was never a face
that could watch or follow you.

The deer in the field lift their heads,
then suddenly bound away,
their white tails wave like
kerchiefs over a ship's rail.

It's important to understand
they were not saying goodbye.