Highway Blues

There’s nothing like concrete; nothing as
Seamless and inanimate; Frost free and
Seeping into the vapid horizon
Its hand servants - desiccated trees and
Shrubs are poor companions
Inverting in embarrassment,
Awaiting flesh

Autumnal corpses murmur
The living dead that snow couldn’t kill
And the wheel feels heavy
Like a daisy chain of the deceased

A stalking thought distracts and suddenly
The body slides sideways
Like a punchy boxer, staggering,
Awaiting the killer punch
I correct it like a bored infant

Sunshine appears above
A bridge of lies
Grey becomes greyest except this splash of yellow
A different sun
A salute (unreserved) a small pink blur
Caught as I bore my way underneath

A mile along and the whisper of a breeze
Tickles a tall naked Pine
And something green moves
Nature’s litotes
The daisy chain severs

Just a wave, that’s all