Snow*Vigate
Issue 2 : Winter, 2007

Driving Home, Even Across Bridges
Rebecca Eggleston

Sometimes the north gets south, becomes creole-swamp. It mosses us in
river and black sky, makes us damp and alligator. Oh valley valley, low

land city, sinning city of brown mud. What the weather lines do. They
do this.

Rebecca Eggleston is a poet and artist in sunglasses.