Shoulders

I like the white shoulders
of the new highway,
their graveled lean,
the clean unbroken margin of asphalt
as yet uncracked by frost,
wet from an evening rain in fact
that hisses when cars pass.

They crunch ever so slightly underfoot
until my yellow Stohlquist slicker gets hot
and the sun breaks through and sets
without my head.

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