Robert M. Katzman © Halloween, 2015
Saturday afternoon
Late autumn
Unfamiliar country road
I keep losing
Rock n’ Roll on my radio
Hunt and peck
Hunt and peck
And I miss my damn exit
Cursing the wasted time
I turn east on:
What?
I look for a sign
“Seven Mile Road”
Stretching into the horizon
No stoplights in sight
I zoom ahead
Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story:  http://www.differentslants.com/?p=355
By Robert M. Katzman
© October 3, 2015
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The munching horses have become more familiar
The insanely circuitous route I take home
Each night a bit less incomprehensible
The surly burly guy with steel grey hair
Smiles at me when I buy gas from him
The beautiful deep brown Root River
Less of an impossible barrier every morning
As I learn the handful of roads crossing it
Going south on 32 each morning
I pause at Main Street’s western turn
Greeting the blinding sunrise over Lake Michigan
As if it were a cuddly puppy
Waiting just for me, too
Sometimes a single sailboat passing
Before I turn west towards
The grey concrete interstate