The fog on the freeway:
... Ice...
...Chains required...
...5 miles beyond...
this point...
and I'm sure
I'll miss my exit.
This wall weaves,
coils around my car,
poised to strike.
The heater hisses,
as the Datsun wheezes up the hill.
I wonder,
Am I as ghostly
As the signs
appear and disappear?
"Ashland/Klamath Falls
Exit 1 mile
God, you set,
timed this run.
I didn't know
this ascension in elevation
would make living so difficult.
I look to the Hills
for my Strength.
I can't see them,
but I know
they are there.
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