An untried route
for a convoy of two
Volkswagen van and Willy’s jeep.
Short straws rode second,
outside of towns, the highway
ran long, straight between endless Spruce.
Leaves already burning orange and red
before September premature.
No glimpses of the Rockies expected
home by dark promised
Without repeats of history
Without thoughts of spares used up.
One flat happenchance, two luckless.
Waiting on the roadside past dark
the short straw duo left by the Willy
While little sister smiled and waved.
About the Creator
Anita Dotts
During her free time, Anita enjoys writing stories for her grandchildren as well as kayaking, swimming, and golfing. She lives in Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia, with her spouse. She enjoys writing poetry.
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