by M.J. Iuppa
Driving country roads
in rain that re-aligns itself with every
turn, I find myself completely lost
in fog’s lifting veil.
I talk myself into taking
another direction until I happen upon
the outskirts of town— ramble-shack huts,
salvaged cars & parts, day old bread outlets
& a single blinking red light . . .
I pause long enough
to see what’s ahead of me is nothing
more than an one-way street.
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