I left a poem on the side of the highway last night.

With every exhale, words, like litter, escaped me
To flee-float out and about and along,
Only to land soon thereafter in a series of tiny little thuds
On the side of the road.

There, with the cigarettes butts and empty soda cans…
There, with shredded paper and one inexplicably-single lost shoe…
There, without conscious thought, and perhaps necessarily so,
I dumped it.

I thought, 'Maybe I should have rolled the windows up'.
Then, it occurred to me...

I left a poem on the side of the highway last night -
Right where it belonged.

Christine Austin Cole

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