Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com

Unbroken Highway

There’s weather over everything,
like a hovering pregnancy—

people’s faces punctuate
their own private climates

and if the weather’s bad inside you
that’s the blues—

wind hwooing through spaces
between buildings and trees

as traffic speeds
through an unbroken highway



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