Poem: “The Turnpike”
2013 November 22
“The Turnpike”
Rain pounded my
windshield,
melted green mountains
against a gray sky,
like Monet’s
brushstrokes across
a framed canvass:
His dangerous landscape.
I was one of two
cars stopped
at an emergency
pull-off.
Our pairs of hazard lights
blinked off-beat
against the rain’s
steady staccato.
That goddamned storm
wouldn’t pass,
it too—
stuck in place.
We fought it out alone
together,
anticipating our next
destination.
November 22, 2013
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