Highway #17
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1 min readAug 19, 2018
Jarring, rumbling noise crossing
stripes on Missouri asphalt.
Riding north on seventeen
toward Columbia. It’s quite
some serpentine twist of road.
Although the skies and trees are
blues and greens, it’s still a muggy
black mamba day as farms
and fences are blazing past
my periphery. Miller
County Rehab Center blurs
by on my left as I cross
Osage water with a steep
inclination. If I don’t
stop and slow down soon, I too
may find myself in need of
county rehabilitation.
To support the poet’s benign coffee addiction: Coffee.
