May 2003 / Volume Four / Issue Two
Steve Brightman
5:30 a.m. - and I am ahead of schedule

The 18 wheelers,
parked on the rural
on-ramps and off-ramps,
have not yet
rumbled
from their sleep.

I crack my
second pepsi,
nestled comfortably
in the cup-holder,
and shift into
fifth gear
as the running lights
of the tractor-trailers
work overtime
to belabor
their obvious parallel
to the stars
still hung with
frost.
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