Dead End

Driving down the interstate
Busy people
In busy cars
To busy lives
Too busy to care
To stop and smell
The asphalt wet with warm spring rain
I blinked
And I was ten
Walking through waist high grass
To where
Once upon a time
The road crossed field
After field
Winding passed farms
And families
Until progress and speed
Cut through everyone’s reality
Now, where once was road
Stands fence
And fence
And weeds
And hours of mindless entertainment
Watching the classing cars
Doing 80 on 80
And standing on the wooden fence
Trying to get passing trailer trucks
To waste a little time
And air pressure
To blow the horn
At a kid
Doing nothing
With nothing to do

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