Weary from the long
night’s drive
through Kansas
in a convoy
hammering
down I-70,
I am anxious
this morning
to measure the miles
east without storm
clouds chasing
my shadow
as my mind returns
to the silence
of uneasy dreams,
returns to fleeting
moments
in other places
where whispers
aren’t heard.
Scarlet Leaf Review (Toronto, Canada)
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