Exiting South Dakota 353
Remaining three minutes of fourteen hours
Can’t outrun destiny
The clock clicks faster
As the rear view mirror foretells the future.
The black succumbing sky,
Still and hot
Crossing over into
Turbulent and cold
Within seconds
Ice rocks pound the ground
As big rig shakes and leans.
Sirens blare
Red lights flashing
Take refuge inside the building
On the floor lies anxiety.
Creaking roof as the vacuum pulls.
Sudden silence accompanied a weird sense of timelessness.
Then it howls!
Quiet!
The rush dies within minutes.
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| Trippin Around The Tunnel Ink Drawing Image 6"x6" by lee heinsen-ligocki |
But a lifetime goes by.
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