On my route home
along the highway
are guardrails
three wire strands
between zink-coated metal posts
punched into the ground
that will hold back
errant drivers and their cars
from the ditches
on either side
The memory of you
punches through the invisible
barriers I put on my road
where once I drove into your ditch
and was hooked in the brambles
you created for me day after day
This is not fair
I made a recovery from the accident
that was us
I sent out the crew
to make those repairs
truckloads of beefy guys
with hammers and wrenches
in their hardhats and toolbelts
I even inspected their work
in photo after photo
touch after touch
thrust after thrust
I've just sent a wrecker
to pull my thoughts
away from you
and I expect to be on my way
after I make the payment
old memories force me to make
the fresh pain of poor driving
along this rocky backroad
Copyright © 2012 by Barry G. Wick
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1 comment:
Neat.
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