A short poem about West Virginia.
|If I were a lonely highway
I would wonder up and down
these gilded autumn hills
that hug the curves
West Virginia Mountains,
meandering here and there,
past cow pastures,
and log cabins,
abandoned mine shafts,
forests thick with Christmas trees,
searching so desperately,
for the love I lost here
many years ago
and didn’t know I couldn’t live without
till it was too late.
Bright lights called forth from cities
bejeweled neon crowns
calling me away from what was comforting and familiar,
adventure and mystery promised,
Too late, I recalled
the crow of the cock in the early morning dew,
the crunch of autumn leaves,
the smell of green grass now traded for cracked concrete.
If I were a lonely highway,
I would shed this hot asphalt like the skin of a shiny black snake
grown too big for his britches
wander these lonely country lanes
as the dusty, unpaved dirt road I was
always meant to be.
I lick my dusty lips
and peddle away
into the purpling shadows