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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—

Leanne Howard Kenney

Leanne Howard Kenney

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.
Leanne Howard Kenney

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