Texas Highways Xix Poem by Armadillo Poet
Texas Highways Xix
Lord, bless my heart.
On neighborhood or rural roads,
Cross-faded in myst, fully loaded,
And tweaking to keep the eyes open.
In those moments
Give me quick recognition,
Surety, reflex.
When there is someone
Choking, sleeping too deeply,
Or bleeding,
For those friends give me
Empathy, alacrity,
Let me be awake and just in time.
But in sober moments, bless my heart.
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