by Ben Rasnic
Trails of smoke streak the cobalt sky,
hang like wreathes
over Superstition Mountain.
Arizona sun buckles unpaved pathways.
Scattered bones of lost souls
offer white line hi-way markings.
Twisted rock formations
and colonies of cacti tower
above multi-colored wildflowers.
RVs & SUVs cling to hairpin
turns & winding switchbacks,
brakes screeching like dry chalk
against a classroom blackboard.
Black vultures huddle
over anonymous roadkill;
pick at the skeletal remains,
dodging slow motion steel bullets
shimmering in the Arizona sun.
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