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Monday, May 19, 2008

Yellow Line

Another treasure box post. This time, the treasure comes from the box of a friend.

The yellow line stretches
to the horizon and beyond
like so much ribbon.

I gaze at it long and hard
until it blurs in the distance
and something in me tightens
like a guitar string
waiting to be struck.

Shimmering off of
the road ahead,
the heat seems to vibrate
in time with the starting
of my reluctant engine.

I let it idle
for a moment or two.

A breeze finds my
open window and lifts
the damp hair from
the back of my neck.

I tug on the gear shift,
and smile as the crunch
of gravel echoes
in my head.

Pulling onto the
deserted black top,
I feel my heart race
as that yellow line
stretches out in front of me,
measuring the distance
between here and the
hazy edge of the world.

I’m not sure
what’s out there,
but I know
I have to chase it.

I have to get closer
to something I can’t find
back there parked
on the side of this
long black road.

TLS, 2008

1 comment:

Childlife said...

I really like this one, TaunaLen -- particularly the phrase, "...something in me tightens like a guitar string waiting to be struck..." Great image!

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