Rocky Mountain-Holiday by Dan Lukiv

Wiper blades lop off Night-rain: An AM-sad song Becomes squelch. "Are you deaf?" she says. Headlight beams Blind them. Rocky Mountain-teeth Saw ice-wind That rocks the pick up. He flicks the wiper-switch To "high"; The blades leap into a useless Frenzy. A road-sign glows: "Banff 80 km". "I can't stand the squelch," she says. He says, "Neither can I" And turns off The radio. She adds, "This is dangerous" Above the "wop-wop" of the blades. But he just watches Two more beams Scatter across the Wet windshield. Dan Lukiv is a poet, novelist, short story writer, article writer, editor, teacher, husband, and father of four girls. His life is full of a lot of hair spray.