Friday night driving through Kremmling, CO

even if no one reads these words,
somehow it seems imperative to deliver them
nonetheless or a day will go by unremarked,
and then forgotten, as would be last Friday without a word.
Let it not be forgotten, then, as it was spent in a car
navigating icy roads and wondering if the avalanche
debris would be cleared or if a long night of driving
through Kremmling was in store, or a night in a dingy
motel in Idaho Springs, a drive home to sleep lightly
only to wake again and drive with the hordes sent
home by avalanche.
Kremmling it was, and the fog lay heavy on the roads
into Granby at 11 p.m., a long day, a long night,
no time to write poems before dropping off
into the deep velvet of sleep.