Poem: Obstacle Course

By: J Ash Gamble


Yes, I swerved to miss
the oncoming traffic of confusion
hitting a pot hole of guilt
on the old country road

I went careening around
a blind corner, having to slam
on the breaks, the slow-moving
vehicle of gossip ahead of me

I’m going to make it to the promised
land, even if I’m running on fumes.


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