Sarah Russell - Augury

I stopped for groceries after work.
Jeff will be late again tonight.
"Don't wait up," he always says.

I hate these country roads at dusk – 
twisting, full of ruts.  I woke
this morning choking back a scream, 
but the dream escaped
with the trembling.

I round a bend, see movement 
in the willows.  Slow, I tell myself.  
It's probably nothing.




Sarah Russell is in metaphor rehab after spending many years teaching, writing and editing academic prose. Her short stories and poems have appeared in anthologies and online venues including Poppy Road Review, The Houseboat, and Misfit Magazine. You can find more of her work at www.SarahRussellPoetry.com.