Route 23
Rusty windmill
Smiling at the geese
diverge on the highway-
A faded emerald sign- Route 23
Frost sits on top of scissors of grass
Like a diamond ring on an elderly finger
My breath freezes in the air
A lingering echo
Frail brick houses
on an empty road- Route 23
Freezing steam erupting from the volcano of rock
Wooden posts stand guard- like soldiers in a nonexistent war
New England towns
Racing by
As I canter along
The bumblebee asphalt of
Route 23