HomeLifestylesdriving route eighty-eight David J. Thomas March 19, 2017 8 in the space between working and not i lose myself essing and squiggling day and late on eighty-eight– a kind of asphalt umbilical cord, connecting dawn and sunset— wending way again today hauling my self-same freight bobbing and bouncing down eighty-eight: always-adventuresome deer nervously anticipating leaping flight herding near the berm, often—scavenger crows picking splattered carcasses– vistas appear— erased and rephrased— as sunlight fragment-dances through trees not unleafed, but not yet shade as day breaks and brakes dare— another curvy-swerve awakening nerve from trance of sleepy routine the esses and the cees of reversing parentheses spell out the guardrail’s frowns and smiles of huge metal teeth; splintered sunshine slips behind barbed-wire sanctuaries where unconcerned cows casually chew cud and eye in stupid-stare those who dare traverse the asphalt-ribbon, the bovines, themselves unconcerned about radioed words regarding time and weather and whether the jolting bump into liquid-filled potholes prompts the birth of a new day— or just the slower death of my ever-balding radials! Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) 8 Responses Pat Wood March 24, 2017 Remember every turn in that road as I drove daily to West Liberty extending my education as an RN to obtain my BSN. Beautiful, winding,hilly adventure. Thank you for the well written, descriptive and awesome insight through poetry. Log in to Reply John Knight March 21, 2017 true DJT poetry, down to the curvature of the work’s body – quite befittingly exemplifies the crooked contours of 88 from gregsville to clinton to west liberty and back! eagerly anticipating your next book of verse! Log in to Reply JACK HATTMAN March 20, 2017 THANKS FOR BRINGING THE MAGIC OF A NEW VISION TO WHAT WAS MY DAILY TRIP. Log in to Reply John Knight March 21, 2017 JACK, WHY ARE YOU STILL SHOUTING? Log in to Reply Anonymous April 21, 2017 ?–every e-mail. Thomas March 19, 2017 Came back 1972 from army almost, die no route 88. I wasn’t die in Vietnam war. Yes it was the first time in my life I could have been there and done it was the first time in my life I could have been a long day. Log in to Reply Earl Nicodemus March 19, 2017 Very nice Dave! We are fortunate to live here in God’s country. Log in to Reply Debby Koegler March 19, 2017 I love this! Thanks for turning Route 88 into poetry! This rings so true for those of us who have journeyed this meandering road… Log in to Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.
Pat Wood March 24, 2017 Remember every turn in that road as I drove daily to West Liberty extending my education as an RN to obtain my BSN. Beautiful, winding,hilly adventure. Thank you for the well written, descriptive and awesome insight through poetry. Log in to Reply
John Knight March 21, 2017 true DJT poetry, down to the curvature of the work’s body – quite befittingly exemplifies the crooked contours of 88 from gregsville to clinton to west liberty and back! eagerly anticipating your next book of verse! Log in to Reply
JACK HATTMAN March 20, 2017 THANKS FOR BRINGING THE MAGIC OF A NEW VISION TO WHAT WAS MY DAILY TRIP. Log in to Reply
Thomas March 19, 2017 Came back 1972 from army almost, die no route 88. I wasn’t die in Vietnam war. Yes it was the first time in my life I could have been there and done it was the first time in my life I could have been a long day. Log in to Reply
Earl Nicodemus March 19, 2017 Very nice Dave! We are fortunate to live here in God’s country. Log in to Reply
Debby Koegler March 19, 2017 I love this! Thanks for turning Route 88 into poetry! This rings so true for those of us who have journeyed this meandering road… Log in to Reply
