Friday, August 30, 2013

Shoulder Of The Road


I’m at the shoulder of the road,
Meters past the vibratory bumps,
Inching towards,
Where the wheels and lamps align,
Sidled up, parallel as can be,
Beside the painted lines,
Under the lamps that hang,
And here,
Where gravel and grass unite
I watch the flash of life speed by

The eyes focus as long as they may,
Until either the darkness overtakes the
Landscape, or another pirates my line of sight

1 comment:

  1. Quite an amazing poem Fred...I especially liked the last stanza

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