Fred Woods: A New Poem
Thruway
by Fred Woods
Laid end to end my memories
would stretch from skipping
stones on Lake Champlain
to walking the shores of the Salish Sea.
A single lane one way
slash through time
zones so doable and
with no time to waste I hired
an engineer and drew up specs.
The permitting!
Are my memories
carbon neutral?
Biodegradable?
Will they disrupt the migration
of caribou or salamanders?
Of course
I want guard rails and
breakdown lanes for whiteouts
in high mountain passes
and rest areas for night drives
my radio set to yesterday’s songs.
There’ll be an entrance ramp
around every bend but
just one exit ‘cus that’s the rule.
We’ll have speed limits and tolls and
we’ll evade the speed limits but
not the tolls,
the tolls will always be
collected.
So lyrical and I love how the poem is laid out like a long road.
A pleasure to read.