The eighteen wheeler drives by

red, green, and blue on the sides

speeding on,

screeching at turns,

causing a fear of life

causing a fear of death

a feeling which turns

as the wheels turn

as the sounds drill down,

deep into marrow

before hitting the ground.  


The truck passes,

the sound dims

so all the fear felt

quiets and passes.


Regret is then realized

as all that time that was swept

the fear taking away

so many moments

till nothing was left.



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