Holding My Breath
Thundering, whining, snorting tractor-trailers —
Dinosaurs roaming these primordial plains
Ranging between St. Louis and Terre Haute —
Outnumber those of us traveling in cars,
Twenty-five to one.
We wouldn't have a chance
If, en masse, they decided to turn predacious,
Stop our journeys, in their tracks.
All the way to my destination, I hold my breath,
As if doing so might deter the inevitable.
04/16/09 - (2)
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