Thursday, February 25, 2010

Roadside.

Start me over easy,
with a pale blue sky
and the sun that moves
its egg yolk eye
sliding up and down
the simmering sigh
of a Summer day gone hazy.

Let me down gently,
with a blacktop grey,
a dark radiator of
warmths that stay
long into the night
long after the day
under this trav'ler gone crazy.

Come to me safely,
cross the old white line
painted down the center
of your road and mine;
the one-way street
hangs a one-way sign
over a drive gone lazy.


February 25, 2010

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