Packed into
holiday traffic
on Christmas Eve,
I recall a story
told by my mother
of a snow blown pass
in the Rockies
near Estes Park
and the searing glow
of cougar eyes
just beyond
the high beams
her rear wheels whined
the engine sputtered
and the snow
kept falling
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
Packed into
holiday traffic
on Christmas Eve,
I recall a story
told by my mother
of a snow blown pass
in the Rockies
near Estes Park
and the searing glow
of cougar eyes
just beyond
the high beams
her rear wheels whined
the engine sputtered
and the snow
kept falling
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