drive to the coast

steady rumble of stones on the undercarraige thrown by the tires

the passing of great lumber hauling pulp trucks moose bars on

their giant grills spotlights of their bumperss    three of us in

a regualr sized sedan seeking cold atlantic water and cousins

the highway through New Brunswick wide and far  hours and

hours of trees swamps and nothingingness   

we passed a truck that had drifted off the road and gone

in aways still standing  three wreckers hooked up to it to

try to pull it from the muck   that was the most exciting we

saw in five hours of driving

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