Traversing the bleak highway wilderness,
Lightning orchestras tolling overhead.
Deluge downpours encompass us—trapped
Amidst the southern heartland nation.
Darkness falls heavy,
vampiric blackness suffocates the foreground.
Illumination
flickering headlights gnashing through the travel storm.
Construction circus arrives with the festival lights,
Beacons, hazmat warnings bursting through the onyx.
Sunlight’s dying rays linger in the sky,
Ebbing slowly from chalky grey, to midnight cobalt.
Shuttling on, weaving the tapestry among
Eighteen wheeled giants.
Carry on the worn true, road time adventure tune.
Each tire thrum, seductive window rattle,
Every staticy radio tweak, and jeering wiper swing;
The Southern Road Collective
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