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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.

— The End —