If I resist fussing with radio stations, I find long drives conducive to reflection and analysis. Last week I drove back to Michigan after visiting my mother in Maryland, and this excerpt from Carl Dennis’ “Last Interview” was something to chew on (along with my french fries and roasted almonds).
I left it at a rest stop on the Ohio Turnpike, on the brick pillar above the trashcan.
You can read the complete poem here.
