Barreling down the highway, late.
Ground crusted with snow,
glass crusted with dried salt.
Sky warps, tilts, and stretches like
skin surprised by the new life it holds,
moving too fast into the unanticipated.
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Barreling down the highway, late.
Ground crusted with snow,
glass crusted with dried salt.
Sky warps, tilts, and stretches like
skin surprised by the new life it holds,
moving too fast into the unanticipated.
Posted in Free Verse/Prose Poems