An Appalachian Highway
Cars pass by, bringing with them
brief glimpses into other lives.
The revving motors roaring
through the silent rolling hills.
The tiny vehicles, mere ants
to the high sheer rock cliffs
Rancid smells of exhaust fumes
mix contradictorily with country farms.
The grey and black pavement
meets in grotesque beauty with grass.
Grey and green,
urban and country,
new and old.
The question must be asked:
Which deserves its rightful place?