The Road
written by: Leanne Howard Kenney
@neeneebucket
The ice chest fell as
the triple-axled truck rumbled and swayed its way past
half my eyes awake
still they stay
helped by
Xanax
earlier taken to calm
rustled,
my nerves,
a repast.
Interstate 15, spanning North 1,434 miles,
we take 730,
the 2 human
animal 2 too,
on an afternoon
Wednesday
where will we maroon?
Jolted I am
by the horns and the scrapes
flurry, my mind agape that I sit up awake
only to find
carrots, apples, plums
on the floorboard
scored.
And then it hits me untoward
a dream, all a scheme
and my body still broken, yet the same nevertheless
exhales.
And still Xanax filled, awake abides
until our destination
we arrive.
—30—
My name is Leanne Howard Kenney. I am a former speechwriter and press secretary for former San Diego City Councilmember current San Diego County Supervisor, Ron Roberts. I am a former Sportswriter. A former political writer. A former public relations copy writer. A former newspaper reporter. A former . . . Apparently, I am a former writer. Well, that is not quite true. I have been writing poetry on my own for quite a while. And, I have been writing the odd article here and there for my own and my friends' pleasure for years. I started posting my poetry approximately a year ago. Where they came from, I know not. I am just glad they came. I hope you enjoy what I have to say.
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