Wyoming through a cracked windshield
Well that was a funny turn to take

Driving into the black Wyoming night
with tasteless coffee
and dirty headlights
racing toward
an unexpired land
a friend from another lifetime
at the helm
leading the way
in silence,
the years caught up in minutes
no paths left together
save this one.

No sleep
no sleep
erase the day
and send trains
through mountains
and stop by the side of the road
for mother’s day
and joke about waking up
miles from here.

There’s still snow on the way,
let it come quickly
and stop time.

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