Two sides One chocka One eerily vacant Three lanes, the hard shoulder No place for a pavement At odds with each other Permanent contraflow Today one lies dead And the other moves slow At fifty below the supposed legal limit Bumper to bumper We curse each cruel minute As our journey ticks by As theContinue reading “Crash”
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Poetry for Dullards 