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Day Six at Eleven
I'm rushing for more than a month from now
even though I'll hate the weather.
Years pent up behind me;
so many people,
too many jobs,
and never enough money.
Nothing but open road in front
more than a month from now.
Two lanes each side,
a double yellow line,
no shoulder.
I'll forget to check the traffic report,
I'll be worried about the weather.
More than a month from now.
