Looking for his passenger
of sixty years, wondering
if he left her at the restaurant
when she went to the bathroom?
Trying to discover if his memory
still remembers Highway 95
Ends up in McCall where rumors
flew that a sea monster lurked
beneath the lake’s surface?
Or maybe only following
road’s dotted white lines
around each curve
until a stop sign demands decision.Left, right, home again or later?
If road beckons familiar
or lures adventure?
Diane Webster's goal is to remain open to poetry ideas in everyday life and to write from her perspective at the moment. Many nights she falls asleep juggling images to fit into a poem. Her work has appeared in Philadelphia Poets, Vita Brevis, The Evansville Review and other literary magazines.
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