the lost river


She drove her car into the river,
they say
one night she just lost it
got in her car and went,
smudged tears seeping into
her round cheeks like black oil
streaks burning the streets
in the heat of summer and
She was lost in its waters
like ashes of incense
and pictures of life.

She thought of her lost child,
they say
and the nights just crept on
longer and longer
until the only thoughts left were
of the days,
counted days and measured
time like a phantom
that drove her wild
drove her wild like her car
into the Blanco River.