Route 283

There were eyes
in the skies of Cocalico

above Route 283

that loomed overhead,
in the middle of the night,
peering down at me.

I’d no clue what they wanted–

bloodshot yet serene–

or what tales they’d tell
if given a mouth
and good reason to speak.

I hit a ramp,
taken aback,
and lost ’em off the highway,

but my son
soon spoke of eyes
hovering above our driveway,

which didn’t look too happy
about my decision to leave

them behind,
high and dry,
on Route 283.

Kyle Kutz is a semi-recent graduate of Kutztown University, earning his B.A. in professional writing. His work has appeared in numerous publications, such as Expressions, Essence, Shoofly, Wood Coin, WORK, Visitant Lit, Aberration Labyrinth, and The Jet Press. He resides in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, writing freelance for LNP.