Journeys to Nowhere
The sky was dark and the rain pelted the windshield.
The crackling sound was punctuated by the whoosh whoosh whoosh of the wiper blades.
Journeys to nowhere
and the interminable
winter storms. Attend
to the road, for you never know where it will end
and sometimes the potholes are deep.
Be safe, child.
There are detours ahead.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
The crackling sound was punctuated by the whoosh whoosh whoosh of the wiper blades.
Journeys to nowhere
and the interminable
winter storms. Attend
to the road, for you never know where it will end
and sometimes the potholes are deep.
Be safe, child.
There are detours ahead.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020
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