Alone with the snake of road now
and the yawning, tree-lined vacuum of countryside to come.
Innocent enough; big blue arching sky piled with soft cloud pillars;
their shadows reminding the neon fields below that the carpet of flowers won’t last in marching shadows.
So many things grow wild, hungry here.
You could get lost in the barrage of life attacking you from all sides.
The rock here, it aches and hungers
Always waiting in a frown, with bared teeth, for me
and everyone else who runs away
somewhere along that road.
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