Highway
The alarm flashes in the car
2 hours you have to stop
it is so quiet here just buzzing
of fly’s taking liberties
and being over familiar
It is so harsh but has its own beauty
no softness here just tar and red dirt
half way through my smoke now
as ants scamper to me in such a rush
to see if I have a two piece snack pack for them
Its really hot as I think of the job
leaning on my car taking another puff
dark clouds are on the horizon
just to remind me there is an edge
to this dry flat land with hammer handles for trees
My heart flutters as I think of home
smiling at nothing really, just things
I kick my smoke out as it all gets smaller
I need to go now and see the place
where another worker has died.
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