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
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.