An untried route
for a convoy of two
Volkswagen van and Willy’s jeep.
Short straws rode second,
outside of towns, the highway
ran long, straight between endless Spruce.
Leaves already burning orange and red
before September premature.
No glimpses of the Rockies expected
home by dark promised
Without repeats of history
Without thoughts of spares used up.
One flat happenchance, two luckless.
Waiting on the roadside past dark
the short straw duo left by the Willy
While little sister smiled and waved.
About the Creator
Anita Dotts
The author of Retribution. When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys crafting stories for her grandchildren and exploring her love of poetry. She spends her free time kayaking, swimming, and golfing in Harrison Hot Springs, BC.
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