Highway Sonnet

The road reaches out before me in bright
Crystal highway, sparkling sun, radiant
Burst, blinding rays. Days on days into night
My constant companion, invariant

Black top. Don’t stop rolling beneath my seat
Transport my weary soul to meet my dreams
Down this long road, somewhere warm, some place sweet
Guided by your broken white highway seams

The crowd they come and duly find their route
Distance drawing I remain steady fast
Fast they come, blinking, weaving, in and out
Fast I hold my place, sure to be the last

Till clear road stretches light and bright again
Pulls forward, one more mile closer to my end.

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