Roads
backroads
driven by the unfamiliar
empathy to ghost towns and sleeping giants
cracked black top , broken lines and frayed edges
dangerous curves and sudden shudders
three hours past midnight
headlights stare into the boredom
a river fights summer
insomnia behind the wheel
a favorite song - haunting
fades into static
the destination blurs
the moving
the waiting
wrinkled maps and x's
redline memories
sleep
the sun will rise
behind us
copyright 2013 Robin Amaral