The Highway Poem by Melissa Cutler
The Highway
I am so busy, distracted
I feel like there is a highway running in my veins
18 wheelers, garbage trucks, sickening my every move
but then there are convertibles, sport cars, helping my every move
the highway never ends, as long as I never do
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: running
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