Southbound
Rapping nails to the beat
on the weathered wheel,
a woman sips her soda
bubbled inside the cool
glass air of her Honda.
on the weathered wheel,
a woman sips her soda
bubbled inside the cool
glass air of her Honda.
Mirrors flashing from
hood-to-windshield
as cars cut across
the steady swish
of monoxide-laced wind.
hood-to-windshield
as cars cut across
the steady swish
of monoxide-laced wind.
Protruding from the spine
of the highway, street lights
enjoy the aerial view of
“traffic conditions, weather updates,
sports highlights, and much more
of your favorite music coming up….”
of the highway, street lights
enjoy the aerial view of
“traffic conditions, weather updates,
sports highlights, and much more
of your favorite music coming up….”
Egrets poke out worms and
discarded junk food,
weaving among propped palms
freshly staked into the ground--
just framing glittering billboards
and accenting those pretty peach walls.
discarded junk food,
weaving among propped palms
freshly staked into the ground--
just framing glittering billboards
and accenting those pretty peach walls.
Gulls and herons stepping around
shredded tire strips,
ignoring scraps of metal and
“big gulp” cups swirling and
whipping all around them,
the trees, the cars, the grass.
shredded tire strips,
ignoring scraps of metal and
“big gulp” cups swirling and
whipping all around them,
the trees, the cars, the grass.
They’ve adapted to that--
they had to.
After all, it’s home, it’s here,
and it’s what’s left to do….
they had to.
After all, it’s home, it’s here,
and it’s what’s left to do….
Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
Originally 1995, rev. January 2012
Originally 1995, rev. January 2012
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