SkyA Poem by D. Mansfield
Late afternoon, driving west, into the tired, worn out day,
colorful sky, of chessmen, waiting on a board to play. Stretched out, before me, sunset of pink and salmon, in shapes, of all sizes, and things, to be imagined. Later now, driving, with headlights on, two lane highway, trying to stay awake. Cars and trucks, just, blurs of light, sometimes blinding, but always too bright. As morning, shows me, it's tired, sleepy eyes, a town, the sign says, in only five miles. Another motel, with a noisey room, adjoining. Tomorrow 4 hours away, with a cheap breakfast in the morning. © 2024 D. MansfieldReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 18, 2024 Last Updated on May 12, 2024 AuthorD. MansfieldMOAboutMark Twain, Sun Tzu, Hunter S. Thompson, John Steinbeck, the Viet Nam war on the nightly news, Smoking Joe Frazier, The Pittsburg Steelers 1970's, Thin Lizzy, Deep Purple "machine head", Steve Mi.. more..Writing
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