Written for:  Mag #246


Black and white, black and white.
So monotonous, these highways.
Glare ahead of me. Can’t see.
I look out rear window,
and blink. I am the only
car on the road. Impossible.
Haven’t been drinking. The glare
grows like a monstrous being–
an alien? Can’t see. Am I
the only car on this highway?
Black and white, black and white.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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7 Responses to Highway

  1. I think this is a really good one!


  2. Interesting Take..loved it…its pulsating


  3. Barbara Lake says:

    I am reminded of Marion Crane!!!


  4. Tess Kincaid says:

    Nice one…I added your link to Magpie Tales…


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