Before by Carl Adamshick

I always thought death would be like traveling
in a car, moving through the desert,
the earth a little darker than sky at the horizon,
that your life would settle like the end of a day
and you would think of everyone you ever met,
that you would be the invisible passenger,
quiet in the car, moving through the night,
forever, with the beautiful thought of home.


2 thoughts on “Before by Carl Adamshick

  1. Hello Carl: I really like your poem. I am the author of Writing the Natural Way. I am asking you if you would allow me to publish this little poem in my next book, Write to Fly, which should be out in a few months. It’s a book about writing and the emotions. I would love to have you represented. Congratulations on your Whitman Award! Gabriele Rico, Ph.D.

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