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the ride (part II)

Rest stop

Filtered black flies     come into focus at rest        on the wind burned glass
Legs peel from the seat     like a dry tongue      from the roof of mouth

I breath fumes     watch the morning     bloom over steaming lids
The sky blushes salmon     in the distance       repetition of sound

Doppler in the grass blades     rode edges burned to ash     blown back up into blueness
As the engine turns     linears of big rigs reel  start running     one hollow hum


One response

  1. Very lovely. I like the last two lines the best.

    May 30, 2010 at 8:35 am

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