75 Miles an Hour.
Jack Bowman
The engine accelerated to a comfortable hum
as the distance shrank pulled back
beneath the wheels
he felt the harsh laboring of life
masked in the clarity of the engine in motion
this day was not what he dreamt
but what occurred regardless
he had no control, little influence
except over the truck and the
semblances of life
passing by at
75 miles an hour.
