morning haze

the back hoe engine revs
in the silent morning
the treads seeking purchse
to climb the curb to desecrate
the brown grass beeping
incessantly as the men stand
sipping cups of steaming
coffee in the too cold texas
morning as i stare out the window
over an empty highway daydreamilng
about bed about her about how i
have been hitting the curb for so
long unable to bump up and over
to continue on to wherever it
is i am headed a series of false
destination marks on a map
leading to places not meant
for me and that engone roars
as my heart pounds and i know it
only takes one faulty valve to
cause the entire thing to seize
uncertain which i fear for most

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