The Motorcade
We've all been on the road: sometimes crammed in the back with a sticky little brother; maybe with your right foot shoving the long, skinny pedal to the floorboard; or snoring drool all over the passenger window; or slapping one tattered Chuck Taylor in front of the other down a shimmering stretch of summer asphalt.
Write a poem about something on the road--
Winnebago
creepy van
hitchhiker
empty soda can
gravel--
anything on the road.














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