a four lane highway [draft]

molten machine buzz

docked atop the horizontal blow
returns to strike cheek and brow 
with entropy’s graceless glow
their whole lives 
a single permitted use
across a four lane highway
children teetering
on a bed of weeds
i’m longing again
learn’d pall espied 
the hungry concrete gray
drape of water and stone
twisted into graceful tones
shovels deep
til crash of stone
and flame sparks breath
earth to silken spinning rise
brown leather strikes bow
to work to home to bar
where neon sings, to car
[the molten machine
their sigh
across a four lane highway ]

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