Going To Work Along Highway 32 - Poem by Tony Miller
Morning and the wisp
It comes down to
In the distance; the day
Captured in endless dew.
Streets are loved
For their insinuations,
The work, the toil,
The life of speed:
Rough tar -
Rough, straight edged deliberation.
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