On the Road
ON THE ROAD
The cold rain peppers against the windshield.
and
miles roll out
behind me.
The old basset hound
sleeps snugly
in the seat beside me
unaware
of the storm
brewing.
I watch the road
and think about life life
in the fast lane.
a place
not really suited
for lazy dogs
and old men.
Yet,
we sometimes travel there
just to get a feel
of what it could have been like
long ago
when
both
were young.
Tony Sexton
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Love the images and the form, the juxtaposition of man and dog.
I, too, love the way the lines unfold in the white space. Most of all, however, I can feel the love and affinity with the basset sleeping snugly beside the speaker.