NOBODY, NOPLACE
by N. C. Krueger
The planets hang on the power line
The storm clouds hang in the sky
There’s a kid in a blood-spattered baseball cap
sitting somewhere along this road,
the grass and goldenrods waving around him.
He’s nodding his head to the music
coming in from rose-gold headphones
And there’s a dying cigarette
hanging lazily between his lips.
Who’ll take me, who’ll take me,
says the country road,
Who’ll take us, who’ll take us,
say the clouds,
Who’ll take me, who’ll take me,
says the powerline,
And the kid in the blood-spattered baseball cap
doesn’t say a word.
The last sliver of daylight
gleams red on his headphones
And a rose-gold halo illuminates his face;
The sun disappears behind the west.
And the last light before total night
is the end of the kid’s cigarette
hanging lazily between his lips.
Who’ll take me, who’ll take me,
says the horizon,
And the kid in the blood-spattered baseball cap
doesn’t say a word.
N. C. Krueger is a student who lives in the Twin Cities. Her work has been published in Blue Marble Review and Embers Igniting.