A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos I. traffic grinds to a halt in thunderstorm; driver curses to himself, considers his options II. dark smoke visible from over the hill; playing in car seat with phone, youngster's oblivious III. directing vehicles around orange traffic cones in his trench coat, policeman braves the rain IV.… Continue reading Crash, or: Burn
A Gogyohka car careening upside down, down the hill, I relaxed; always my nature to accept our lack of control; the car spinning out, smashing into, launching me through the trees couldn't have (for nobody could have) known about the oil spill coating the asphalt highway d’Verse Quadrille #139: 'Closing in on the end of 2021'… Continue reading My way, or: The highway
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