Just Passing Through
Your mountains and prairies are safe from me,
it’s only your roads I want
89 in Utah, 191 in Montana,
route 50 cutting Nevada in half
I’m not looking to stay or upset your order,
like New Yorkers and Californians do
I just want to ride to tomorrow and back
—the view and the memories my home
(Dewey Montana: September, 1996)
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
