Westward

not so adventurous
are we
two
crossing the country
in a sensibly
fuel-efficient
compact car.

not so wild
having brought
my own pillow,
granola bars
(two kinds),
and a cooler
for water
and soft drinks.

mostly
we’re described as
cautious (him)
a planner (her).
mostly
that’s right.

but the long
flat road
that leads
to the rockies
messes
with what we are
mostly.

we travel
without reservations.
“we’ll find a room”
i say
lazily.

green fields fly
past.
the speedometer
lies.
120 doesn’t feel
a bit
like speeding,

there’s a train
on the track
near the highway
close enough
to touch
almost
begging
to be photographed.

he speeds up.
i snap snap snap.
the train cars
whoosh by
and we gain
on the engine.
we know we can take it!
we know we can!
we know we can!

the whistle blows
for us
for victory
for wild abandon.
welcome, folks,
to the prairies.

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