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Road to Lake McQueeny at Night

Let it be anywhere
on any night you wish,
in your room that is empty and dark

or down the street
or at those dim frontiers
you barely see, barely dream of.

You will not feel desire,
nothing will warn you,
no sudden wind, no stillness of air.

She will appear,
looking like someone you knew:
the friend who wasted her life,

the girl who sat under the palm tree.
Her bracelets will glitter,
becoming the lights

of a village you turned from years ago.


“For Her” by Mark Strand. Find it in his Collected Poems.

Read more from Strand.

I took the photograph on Interstate-10, while riding in my dad’s car from Houston to Lake McQueeney, Texas.