Road Trip
By Brandon Palzkill
Miles come, miles go,
miles disappear
in a racing ripple of asphalt
beneath my revolving tires.
Love to watch the seasons change,
ten miles down the road;
love to meander
through a waving channel
of gold and auburn leaves
on a rosy autumn
afternoon;
love to watch the world turn
at seventy miles
per hour,
and see where I’m at
when the gas runs out.
Sounds like a fun time
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