Airstream
NaPoWriMo #17 - something elemental
For twenty-seven years
the aluminum husk of the Airstream
sat in adjacent to the house
blocking the breezeway
reflecting the loud summer sun
and the dim winter clouds.
The aerodynamic frame told
fables of the the American road
from the sandblasted badlands to the
fogged mountain passes of the Appalachias.
Fables they were
on dryrotted tires
on bubbled asphalt
on rusted axles.
Daydreams of travel.
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