Town Road

what can I say?….the man runs unopposed ..

You know what you’re doing Bob
sending a twenty ton plow
up and down our tired road
at any hour
sparks and banging on the dark dry pavement
in what mustn’t be anticipation
but a strategy devised
using arthritis as a forecast tool

So as I retreat from this
heart-stopping try for home
creeping on ice to your hoarded mountain
for my couple pails of sand
I pass your house
noticing your official truck
and guess  you’re sleeping
through the afternoon
dreaming diesel
salt and summers
with a childhood friend

2 responses to this post.

  1. And I doubt anyone ever wrote a poem about him before. Don’t tell!


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