Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

The White Blanket (The Last Bend In The Road)

The white blanket seals your eyes from all beneath.
With rosy cheeks you tremble and grit teeth.
Hot breath does not survive the frigid air.
Smoke signals dance above frozen, wispy hair.

Jangled keys struggle against a steely lock.
Your meek footing anchors to an icy walk.
Mechanically, the temporary fortress yields to you.
Once inside you're confident what you need to do.

The engine roars contempt against the wintry blast.
The mind shifts gears; you're temped to go fast.
Hurling winds smash against glass-walled catacomb.
But, you cannot be deterred on this journey home.

Hundreds and hundreds of miles they chased you,
Down lonesome highways bare tires echo so blue.
Night owls and a lone white fox watched you pass.
If you'd only been able to get past the last
Bend in the road.


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