A
Truck
Inches
Past,
The
Driver
Reckless
To
The
Last
In
The
Frozen
Snow,
With
Someplace
Vital
To
Go.
Staring
Straight
Ahead,
Likely
Hoping
He
Doesn’t
Wind
Up
Dead.
Sky
Meets
Earth
Without
A
Seam,
And
All
Is
An
Icy
Gleam,
Blanketed
To
Cover
Winters
Dozing
Lover,
Sweet
Summer.