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On the road


The cold rain
peppers against the windshield.
and
miles roll out
behind me.

The old basset hound
sleeps snugly
in the seat beside me
unaware
of the storm
brewing.

I watch the road
and think about life
life in the fast lane.
a place
not really suited
to lazy dogs
and old men.

Yet,
we sometimes travel there
just to get a feel
of what it could have been like
long ago
when
we both
were young.

Author notes

In the search a man spends a lot of time on the road... leading to no where...
Written January 4th, 2006

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  • queenmab
    January 4, 2006
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    this is a wonderful poem
    what is your dogs name?