Each poem draft
is a small handwritten sign
angle bent and anchored
with half a brick
on the gravel scree
at the side of the highway
I hardly have time
to read them through
speeding off
unable to stop and retrace
unwilling even to slow
all I can do is scribble a reminder
to revisit the spot
when I am next
in the area
a perfect description :) Love the half a brick and the highway location.
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