each day unfurls into the next
from one edge of the windshield
-- horizen line absolute weak
kneed respone to the fields, one after the
other,
to the fields one beneath another tries
at best to sway.
count the times where distance is the starting point
from this pasture comes this field
and back to the
horizen to field this
alley
this loading bay
where reach drowned
this stop
this glorious bright
from one edge of the windshield
-- horizen line absolute weak
kneed respone to the fields, one after the
other,
to the fields one beneath another tries
at best to sway.
count the times where distance is the starting point
from this pasture comes this field
and back to the
horizen to field this
alley
this loading bay
where reach drowned
this stop
this glorious bright
ethanbradek:
That's really good, definitally an open road poem.