Saturday, April 12, 2014

Alignment (NaPoWriMo Day 11)

I sense only the slightest
Trace of betrayal
As my car aligns itself
With the ruts
In the Interstate
And settles into
The loud grooves
Laid down by so many
Studded tires.
As the remaining tread
On my soft,
Siped principles
Wears down against
The corrugated pavement
I sigh and let go
Of the wheel.

I feel like I am posting pieces of poems just to keep up.  Maybe the Blue Fairy will visit me at the end of the month and turn some of them into real poems!

Image: Studded tire damage on I-90 in Idaho from

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