what now
gas pedal like taste of wine
fast and smooth
beside the roadway grass grows
white farmhouse and red barn always rest
in green pastures horses graze
leaves grow in spring
glimpses of life are momentary
always the need to pass by
rush into waiting traffic jams
speeding either north or south
away from sunrise or sunset
stop for gas and talk politics
maybe a bagel to go
80 mph makes up time
gives minutes back to morning or evening
travel robs the traveler of energy and life
a place without place where time is doubled
were sugary gas station coffee
is a bandage not big enough to cover
a wound oozing time into sunset
This is a poem that I think everyone should read in their free time. The detail and information within every sentence is perfectly placed. I've never seen anyone write a poem about driving and being out on a road before, so nicely done. I couldn't have put it into better words, great writing.
Submission Name: turnpikeMania
