Nine Hours North
a slipstream of thoughts caught
with me in my car
passing two major accidents
a rainstorm
and a drop of thirty degrees
semi’s “super seal doors” simply state
open & close together
I jot a scatter of notes for another day
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You would like my poem “Take a Note.” I like “a scatter of notes.’ I can picture a bunch of papers with random notes all over the house.
we’ve all been there. you capture this feeling well. 🙂
all the tragedy and promise of momentum..
Love the title
and
I jot a scatter of notes for another day