144 miles to Amarillo
14 dead armadillos
Back sweat drench
I maintain speed
in my ’88 Corvette
pink and blue hues
I head west
as darkness sets
in my rearview mirror.
Poet & Writer.Contributor to Feminine Collective.Contributor at The Poetry Rag.Contributor/Member of The Creative Exiles.Contributor to Poets Unlimited, Extra Newsfeed, and Crossin(G)enres at Medium.Editor's Pick Recipient (2015) - at narratorINTERNATIONAL.
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