Truck Driver MAG

By Farah M., Congers, NY

     Past fickle fields
of cursing kids
he roamed,
to unearth some nest;
every sign
was distorted
and rebuffed
his sagging eyes.
He flew down the streets
And eternal highways of gray
to pass the time;
he stopped
to watch the sun
creep up
where it would never

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i love this so much!

Eilatan GOLD said...
on Jun. 20 2010 at 10:26 am
Eilatan GOLD, Old Greenwich, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"Nobody is normal. Everybody in the world is a weirdo freak. Except you, which makes you a weirdo freak."

this is wonderful, i love how it captures the moment! congrats on getting published!


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