Friday, April 20, 2012

Poem Twenty - Truckstop Twilight

Oil spots shimmer on the parking lot, Motors hum along with cicadas, Birds swoop onto the grilles Of parked trucks, cleaning up The bug buffet. Honeysuckle vines along the truck stop fence  Scent the air along with diesel fumes. Semis vie  for spaces, circling the lot Like rumbling hawks.

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