fender walls

February 27, 2011
By tes1634 PLATINUM, Olive Hill, Kentucky
tes1634 PLATINUM, Olive Hill, Kentucky
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Steam rolls like an ocean wave
Across the black top;
Greeting the rubber lining along
Random tires.
But they don’t stop,
The storm keeps them going;
Keeps them slicing through puddles
along the interstate;
No thought of slowing.
Push through,
Pushing on.
Rain water spins across the tires,
Rolling over the treads,
Blasting up into the fender walls;
And then
Then it falls
Back to the fuming road,
The steaming blacktop.
And not one car
Cares to stop
And look back.

It reminds me of you.



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