Cars in the Mist

Poetry 0 Minutes

Rumbling four ton machines
pound rain into clouds
underneath rubber tires.

They ride paths paved
by the giants
that came before.

Migration patterns
follow the tide
of bulls and bears.

And we pretend
to have tamed
these beasts.

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Published by Rose Booker

Writer, poet, gamer, and daydreamer. Achievements unlocked: BA in English from UC Berkeley MFA in Creative Writing from SFSU

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