Poem: By The Highway

By The Highway

On the rock wall

Crazed, lined with vertical

Remnants of the process
(designed, coldly)
by which tons of rock
ancient beyond reckoning
were blasted away

The bleary, beery
late night spray-job
echoes back the builders’
anonymous scrawl:

I was here.


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