By Megan Siebert

She rose early from a sleepless sleep

The high TUH-duh TUH-duh of the road grooves keeps her risen

Perpendicular, the waterless creeks of eastern Colorado

Parallel, the broken deer with the country road highways

Disappearing color of the landscape made more so by continents of ashen snow

Telephone lines follow like foamy limping waves.

The drowsy chins of the leading passengers pull their Ellington-filled heads down

                        Leisurely

She wants to shave the wisps of hair budding above their collars

Driver’s eyes shift mirror road mirror road

Hers revisit the colorless ocean.