Highway 74

Ten at night

Beneath a flickering 

Gas station sign

With a heavy heart

Full of rain

And bitter coffee. 

Isn't it enough?

Standing under 

Dark skies 

That shower you

With snow. 

Empty streets 

And the seldom

Passing cars

Trailing red.

A bus stop 

Keeping a newspaper

From cities away

And wrinkled 

From the dew.

Like the stray dog

Wandering

And

Picking clover 

In his teeth.

Isn't it enough?

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

You are a fantastic writer
I’m just loving this one too !

[Anna]

Thank you!

[mattavelli]

Hello, Anna! :)
I dont think its enough, if you want more. This is lovely symbolic writing and imagery. Thanks for sharing.