As a Crow Flies
On my car’s navigational system North Shore Road is a straight yellow line
between the blue of Revere Beach and the Pines River
(where a woman once walked into
and drowned herself after shooting her husband at home, and I thought,
what willpower, to drown oneself, to keep going farther in and under).
I am technically on Route 1 which would take me right down to Key West
if I kept going for days, almost as a crow flies. Airplanes lower above me
landing, so low people here need shatter-proof windows to muffle
the sound and to keep the panes whole.