Rough Road collage

Rough Road

 

It didn’t matter how far she drove.

The memory of that day was like

a stick jammed under the bumper,

dragging through the ruts in a muddy road.

 

But she kept driving.

Eventually the stick would be

scrubbed down by the grit and ruts

until the frayed remains no longer left a mark.

 

Copyright 2019 – Laurie Marshall

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