Roadside Wreck

I feel like a roadside wreck. People drive by, real slow. No one speaks. No one wants to be a part of it...but they are. Raven flutter's by. Did something die? 

Can you hear laughter, crying from the wheels, upside down, cocked, a crazy angle, spinning down? It couldn't be. No one lives through all of that. But they do. 

Life has a way, even if it may not seem like living...life goes on. It goes on and laughs. It sings. It dances, and, it falls in love some day. Death turns, and walks away...disgusted.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: rusty old car wreck, Bodie ghost town