The sun broke bright to the east. I drove face forward into the light.
Never wavering in my determination, my destination. Flinching
only to get a sip of coffee or turn a dial for more volume.
Dig through the center console and quickly slide the wayfarers on.
Surely the line of followers noticed too, all seeming to move
in random unison like horses in a parade.
No one broke rank, no one slowed, no one tried to pass.
All trying to accomplish the same thing, with similar goals.
A day's work, promotions, good pay, return home, make it to the weekend.
But I was first today- I was the leader.
At least first in this group, maybe more over the next hill or around the next curve
but right here - right now I was first!
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Red Dirt Poems
PoetryA collection of hard fought thoughts and words composed through 30 some years of searching for stories in dive bars and empty bottles, across plains, hills, bayous and mountains of the midsouth - through lonerdom, loss and love. I have lived my life...
