driver, eyes
tired,
holds hands to
wheel opposing will
subverting slumber.
Spokane in five,
grandpa too, if
he's to last...
Moses Lake in three.
stop there, maybe, get some
gas--no rest--
save that for
deer crossing,
eyes awake, motion
stops
a hairs breadth from
taking life.
pulls over,
head to wheel.
doesn't make it in time.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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