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Sunday, November 17, 2019

Route 109

by Tom Lagasse

Wandering through the Litchfield Hills
In his battered red Chevy Malibu
Its odometer nearly tipping to 100K
Li Bai drunk from one too many
with his friends at the GW Tavern
pulls his car to the shoulder
Near Sunny Ridge Road.
On the back of an envelope
From an unpaid bill he scratches:

The mist rests
on the pines
above
as they lean
with the weight
of Route 109.

2 comments:

Sarah Ritter said...

Beautiful.

Unknown said...

Yep, I can see Li Bai doing that. Enjoyed your poem.

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