Wobble and Bounce

When there’s nothing to write about, write about not writing. -Me
Day 8 of trying to wear out a pencil by writing poems with it.

There is no
body of literature inspired by
towing a U-Haul trailer
across the country.

What can you say about
wind, the bumping
cross-draft,
watching nervously for
wobble and bounce.

Fuel economy - I'm in denial.
This was supposed to
save money.

But there are green farms
facing each other across an
adorable valley just outside of
Salt Lake City.

Stacked boulders and
wispy skies decorate
big Wyoming.
Part of me wants to
move here, but I am
not introvert enough.

Home is a day away,
over flat Nebraska landscape.
I will try not to read
billboards that anger me
this time.

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