spring getting ready on the highways
you can see it in the row upon row
of loamy, darkness siding the chum.
truckers glance from their gears
to notice real life outside the
sterilized environs of their cabs.
we listen to celtic seances on the CD
and watch tommie’s red gps line unscroll
on the dash, but undeniably, out the window,
palpable earth and aroma are responding
to a different accelerator. Spring getting ready
along the highways, even without us.