Eastbound Highway 20 Cherry County

The Sandhills are braced

for the blizzard. Steely thrum

of tires on cold pavement. A scythe moon

ripping cloud, good black coffee

and grizzled rocker music

blasting the doors off because

you’re locked in tight. Fists grip the wheel.

You’ll be all night outracing the storm,

running down scarlet dawn.

— Copyright (c) 2015 Steve Kline


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