'On The Road Again' Poem by Jacob Coleman
'On The Road Again'
Crouching fogbank,
Opossum sprawl, fresh asphalt stain
Morning glimpse
Of sun’s first casualty.
Mist sleeps
On the old horizon.
Cars slide by
Like phantoms, motorized
For silence.
A vision,
Like marsupial madness
Attacks my frontal lobe.
Why do I even care?
Driving to college,
What do I resemble?
An old, grey opossum,
Who will play dead quite well today.
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