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Holding My Breath

                                                                  

 

Thundering, whining, snorting tractor-trailers —

Dinosaurs roaming these primordial plains

Ranging between St. Louis and Terre Haute —

Outnumber those of us traveling in cars,

Twenty-five to one.

We wouldn't have a chance

If, en masse, they decided to turn predacious,

Stop our journeys, in their tracks.

 

All the way to my destination, I hold my breath,

As if doing so might deter the inevitable.

 

 

 

                    

 

                

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