The Far Side

As I the box

chased by the

wind of each

passing car

In a state

of clasp

Came to rest

by the side

of the road

The forgotten

piece now trashed

Nothing left

to do but watch

I saw the speed

of a flatbed

carry a truck

As I watch his

approach

this flatbed

came to an

over pass

Not judging

what he had

The truck that

was carried

became

a projectile shooting

pieces of metal

everywhere

Sudden impact

Mass over matter

Flatten,clasped,

chased by

the wind

I was mear trash

sided line by metal

and home now

was the far

side of road

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