A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

catching bugs

driving home through
goddess country
eastern oregon snow

zone signs line the
highway ubiquitously
in july with the sun

settling in pulsating
waves on rolling hills
and the steady road

ahead unassuming
bugs meet an early
demise by surprise on

our windshield passing
fast with a splat then
splat then splat splat…

Poem by  Janet Cannon