i witnessed
the migratory patterns
of newborn trucks
latched on
to the backs of
their mothers
making the slow ride
from mexico
up to the adoption centers
spread along
the winding corridor
of interstate 35

i wonder how far
they will travel
perhaps all the way
to minnesota
cutting the entire length
of the country
searching for
new families to
take them home
the lumber and boxes
they will one day
haul from place to place
fulfilling a destiny
fueled by
dinosaur bones