Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Mile Markers
Jesus is alive
or so he writes
on rural rooftops
as a northern day
breaks in the rear-view
and the west beckons
one more road trip
detritus swirls
on the floor of the
rolling black box
between the brake
and the gas
--jolly rancher remnants;
coffee cup lids
cold beer and energy drinks
cool healthy snacks
of carrot sticks
in a red bag
meant for a beach,
that at this early hour
beads with sweat
behind the navigator
who nods off with forty winks
as the homogeneous heartland
rolls away behind and ahead
another day, another county
unfolds as a blank page
to a new chapter
Labels:
Mile Markers,
poem,
road
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I do love road trips. Nicely done.
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