Best Hwy Poems
Stopping Byhwy 93 glides up into
the misty grey
where billowing black
shifting clouds
shroud the moon
like pirate sails
wheels and metal
destined for what is
forever slipping away
yet drawing nigh
so gentle and so kind
stopping by the horizon
on a summer's eve
"because it could not stop for me" *
(if you read poetry)
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Categories:
hwy, death, life, poetry,
Form:
Free verse