Driving Through West Texas

Poem By Larry D. Thomas

from Stark Beauty (Timberline Press 2005)
Locked for an hour on cruise control
without meeting another vehicle,
I'm hypnotized by yellow
stripes, whizzing by like arrows.

Sixty miles back, I missed the sign
posted by a Mobil Hopper
would've liked, the last gas stop
for the next hundred miles.

The wind howls through my cracked
window. Though moonless, the night
reminds me of the set
of an old Frankenstein flick,

flaring with hundreds of torches.
The Day-Glo reddish-orange
needle of my gas gauge
quivers, almost horizontal.

I swerve to miss a diamondback
slithering across the macadam.
For no clear reason, I say aloud
the word diamondback.

It startles me, not so much the word
itself but the intimacy
with which I utter it,
as if it were the name of a friend.

Comments about Driving Through West Texas

Lovely narrative piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Thomas.

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