out there down I-84 is dread
the overpass gets me every time
i can’t refuse to look out the window
down an actual memory lane
full of every emotion under the sun
pounded with sweat and joy and fear and hope
and life and death

where does that whole highway even go?
for me, it might be about time to ask

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