A deer crossing sign-
Barren trees-
Long dead grass in the ditch.
Tapping of my fingers on the wheel-
Off tempo finger tips.
Imagining a home cooked meal-
My stomach turns and twists.
Lights in the distance-
Rest area, next exit.
Red road-
A deer is spread like my hands across the steering wheel.
Blue skies-
black iced roads-
White hills-
Midwestern winter robes.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
A deer crossing sign-
Barren trees-
Long dead grass in the ditch.
Tapping of my fingers on the wheel-
Off tempo finger tips.
Imagining a home cooked meal-
My stomach turns and twists.
Lights in the distance-
Rest area, next exit.
Red road-
A deer is spread like my hands across the steering wheel.
Blue skies-
black iced roads-
White hills-
Midwestern winter robes.
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