(senryu) Big Rigs On The Prowl Poem by Bill Galvin

(senryu) Big Rigs On The Prowl

Rating: 5.0


Highway and commerce…
Eighteen tires whining, howling…
Piercing the still night.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation,travel
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 17 July 2016

Very neat combining of the romantic sounds of tires transcribing the miles into commerce and all the thoughts that entails.

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