Wide Open Spaces
Wide Open Spaces
In my basket of
steel and plastic,
sole company
my personal talking head
and Billy Joel
reminding me
we didn’t start the fire,
I bucket along.
The highway’s empty
this time of night and
I am the only planet
in the universe
oblivious even to
its own moon.
Breaking seventy-five,
my selfsame speed of light,
a comet of colored fireworks
descends from behind.
Stopped in my tire tracks,
I am approached by one blue alien.
“License and registration please.”
Don’t think and drive.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
December 31, 2011
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2012
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