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My dreams stretch along

a certain expanse of highway

where space hangs

in loops of golden unison

where the ghost towns mix

with sunflower fields

Even this flat land is

beautiful now…


the concrete




I could go on


avoiding the end

pushing the limits of where

the swirl of the earth

curtsies to a new moon

25 thoughts on “Highway

  1. This is a thought-provoking poem. I’ll have to sit and read this again when I have more time. I enjoy your writing!

  2. I love the life and death metaphor of “ghost towns mixing with sunflower fields.” And these lines were powerful, Lana: “me / the concrete / velocity / and / desertion / I could go on / forever.” They spoke to me of change, peeling out of your old life and not looking back, heading into a bold, new reality you can’t even visualize yet. 🙂

    • Thank you, Joan. We have so many ghost towns in this area of Texas. I’ve always been fascinated by them. I’m a huge Fannie Flagg fan, one of my favorite movies is Fried Green Tomatoes. 😀

  3. An open road and time to enjoy the ride – what else do we need, right? Beautiful poem, Lana! Makes me long for discovering those endless plains and deserted towns. 😄

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