Phases Of The Road

Phases Of The Road short poem

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driving into twilight
a warm day smelling of road dust
crops in the field their low green bodies
growing duller
as the headlights come on
the radio stations change format
from news to music
crepuscular animals are creep out
skunks foraging with the rising of fireflies
there’s a man in a big-rig dreaming
of biscuits and gravy and a big belly
waitress serving him thigh to thigh
and there’s a mother driving the interstate
while the breast pump suckles
desolate because her daughter can’t latch on
now the mountains have eaten the sun
they’re vomiting up into the sky
turning it orange as Russian dressing
while a kit fox prowls the gravel shoulder
looking for a derelict car to hole up in
a metal cave still holding
the heat of the day deep in its innards
and death stalks into the chaparral
marking those who need not worry
about survivin until dawn

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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