Agnes Burdsall

Stories from Agnes Burdsall

Friday, April 27th, 2012
Are they already playing Christmas songs
you ask,
as you leave where you’ve been
and travel to where you’re going.
It’s raining
and the highway glistens
like the fine crystal
in your grandmother’s China Cabinet,
only this display
is a bit more sinister.
The reflections of the street lamps
in the thick glaze on the road
Friday, April 29th, 2011

Quite frankly,

I hate them.