Hi folks, Jim Fowler back again with another poem. This one was originally published in Pine Island Journal. This one was written while i was attending the Poetry Festival at The Frost Place, Franconia, NH. Enjoy.

Windshield

Two moths spiral upward
in my headlights. I stop
to keep from hitting them.

I've launched jets off
a flight deck, that carried
bombs to defoliate a jungle.

I've launched jets off
a flight deck, that carried
missiles to glass a desert.

Now each life splattered
on my windshield makes it
that much more difficult to see.