the premise alone was a broken
track, an uneven
sheet of white invitation
blinking in
the watery night, as the car made
it’s way
south down Interstate 35,
as
country music played on the AM radio
and the semi trucks rode over pot holes and indians...
piles of snakes abandoned
along the berm, the children
of the brownlands find luxury
in the simplest of things, like
coolness on the rockslide,
like sun beneath
the ice, like hammers
in the spoon drawer, like bricks
dropped in the gutters, each barren journey
departed precisely in the
rush of glee exhaled upon the vision of the galaxies
awaiting on the roads that lay ahead.
Birth sign: Taurus
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