Day Drive, Lost Nation Road
I.
Cold concrete expanse
rigid with yellow lines
empty of cars
bows before big box store
filled with beads
awaiting buyers
portrait of the trail lost
II.
Awaiting wife
in steroidal coffee shop
$4 for 50 cents of home brew
watching young women
in tight jeans
and short dresses
above boots and spike heels
laughing inner lizard
between the over weight olders
and a single soldier
in camouflage
III.
Slow low wind dance
of white turbine blades
thrice slice the bluegrey sky
quiet temple of hope
– Smith, 4.6.2017