a white truck roars up a hill
and then another, this one black
lights break through the snow
trucks whooshing past
laughter and invectives break the sky
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license plates from hidden counties
whipping past
with Bud Lights
armpits and stale feet
and clouds billowing in your exhausted face
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they disappear around a bend and another bend
the roar eaten by the pines
flakes flutter
growing
like ballerinas in rehearsal
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the sky is still