Sonnet #59

Before there was the highway there were trains

That cut a bloody path across the continent
Conestoga wagons like ships across the plains
Trailed campfires, carcasses, and gravemark indents
Before the wagon was the precious pony ridden
Ride out into the black and naked mountains
Where before the horse was only moccasins
Naked feet, and cougar paws — dinosaur remains
Before there were the dinosaurs, the rivers ran
Amphibious creatures crawled and jumped aground
Before the frogs and mudskippers, no man
had ever come this way before, no other sound
Drive your highways if you must to meet him
But no highway keeps the centuries — wheels spin

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