On the Run
Toll Roads
Free Ways
way free ... Westward ho
coast-to-coast gargantuan feat
of asphalt and tar
america's holiday inn
your host ...
Dawn driving
hulking sleeping mound of?
apparitions ... its only a mountain
breathing deafening
the murky desert air ...
dawn pollution?
Colors!
whose names escape me ...
purple - magenta - rust - gold - whatever
green comes with Reno.
Scratching eyes
yawning abyss of highway
night light blinding
dim ... dim ... dim, ya jerk!
Whew.
Sleep, drive,
eat, crap ...
gas station constipation
antiseptic standard
sign of the bowl
machine grinds
miles flash
next time ...
I'll Walk.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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