From Rosario
south, hitchhikers
every dozen yards.
On the valley floor
mist drenched
the car with
poisonous beauty.
Scrabbling for the
necessary lens
she missed the
split-second shadow
that caused them
to shout.
They turned aside
each question
and refused to
describe their fear
till they were
well out on the
highway and plained
round with sunlight’s
shadow-killing blaze.