Our Love

A Poem By Ann Randlette 

is a stolen truck,
gas pedal
mashed to the floor.

Gears grinding,
engine squealing,
blowing down a back road
barely in control.

Until we come sliding
hell bent, burnt out,
to a steaming stop, laughing
at the folly of it all.

Ann Randlette has poems published by Algebra for Owls, 50 Haikus, The Remembered Arts, Rat’s Ass Review, Oddball Magazine, and upcoming in The Stray Branch.  She recently moved from Seattle to a smaller town and am getting reacquainted with the stars in the night sky, hearing the sounds of coyotes and owls rather than traffic, and calling a traffic jam 5 cars lined up for the light.

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