Bailey Logan

The Road Was Slick

The road was slick.
The black ink on the road
left a crooked question mark
sprinkled with rocks.

Two pink dice
hung by a string
from the antenna-
instead of the mirror.

The pure satin sheet swung
through the air. Except
for a snag in the fabric
creased by a silver hoop earring.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2008

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