The Journey (A Nonet)

ORIGINALLY POSTED 7/17/17

The Journey (A Nonet)


Orange reflectors blur up ahead;
asphalt stretches eight hundred miles;
white lines keep us in our place.
Safe in our space capsule,
we follow our path
with intention.
So far to
go still.
Wait.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2017

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