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Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Destination

Vehicles traveling gasoline arteries
Pumping pollution with each engine
Carrying travelers hypnotized by white stripes
Marking off each weary mile

Stranger passing stranger with barely a glimpse
Eyes searching the road in front of them
The only thing on their minds the destination

Billboard artwork scars the countryside
In its advertising appeals of fact and fiction
Attempting to seduce commuters to exit

Wheels turning tempers flaring
Drivers losing all sense of courtesy
The highway becoming the twenty first century
Version of the American Wild West


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