Highway Haiku

Silos in the dark,
Radio towers flash red.
Sandusky exit.

Pontiac. GM.
F150 Ford pickup.
One headlight, busted.

Black mounds, what are you
in the darkening distance?
Stand of trees, waiting.

Glowing horizon.
Quaint town, all tucked in.
Or, concrete cooling towers?

Forest closing in.
Damn highway roaring through it.
I'm guilty. You too.

8.17.10, 9:30pm

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