spiders crawl across the windshield
leaving behind webs of dendritic ice crystals
scattering headlights into dots across the retina
as my vision shrinks to a spot close to the defroster
hunched down I peer out onto the dark highway
stars wheeling overhead, the moon above
I pray that my car will go straight across
that black ice and bring me home
safely
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sounds like ALaska ;)
I could not live in Alaska...I can only take this a few days in a row!
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