Entire Life Of Hitchhiking

Cedar trees covered in snow

The clean light of winter

A car on the road

the way slick oil paints are collisions

of quick sand on canvas

far beyond the great Canadian wilderness

where forest and mountains

fill electrical wire noise

Remembering to dismiss all thoughts

and memories under clean bone marrow

of baby deer and forgotten elk fur

There is only room to look out the window

There Is No Effective Way To Stay Awake

Knowing every raindrop by name

the way west coast clouds grew

like headaches

they stayed the same throughout the night

the pulse was a ticking clock

calculating the seconds in time

Dreaming through open eyelids

the wipers stood up and lay down

across a windshield

without any effect at all

she could not see the lines

on the road

or anything about the weather

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