September 24, 2004

guess that poem part 3

"I'm no good at poetry. Rather, I'm good at doing prose that sounds like poetry" --Me, to B

Guess this poem's title and author
The small world of the car
Plunges through the deep fields of the night,
On the road from Willmar to Milan.
This solitude covered with iron
Moves through the fields of night
Penetrated by the noise of crickets.