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On The Road

By Jennifer Hill

 

Alone in my car

With the music taking

All of my cares and thoughts

Away

Driving on the road

And dreaming of the bands

Of Indians and settlers

Clashing and freezing in the

Snow

 

Star Trek at warp speed

And the flakes are the stars

Blowing horizontal past my windshield

My headlights lighting their way

And mine through to another

Dimension

Another world

Where I am the great poet

The great author

Who writes words that

Touch people so deeply

They can’t speak

And I smile

Wishing I had a tape recorder

To capture my thoughts

My ideas

 

But the flashing red and blue lights

Wake me from my trance

And I suddenly realize

It was a hallucination

I am just on the road.

Copyright©2000 Jennifer Hill