Stint of Duty

Speaks that Street

My Greatest a digital artpiece for sale by author

Drove the Roads
On ancient toads
Didn’t Smile
for every mile
gripped the Wheel
halfly by feel
Imagined things
the Future stings
Rocks they jumped
while laborers slumped
the Carriage, my car
had travelled far
my Head contained
the skies which Rained
My chest caged air
collected out there
my Feet they pedaled
the floorboards, they settled
The planet rocked
our Soul Small-pocked