Poem: An American Road Trip

By: Jami Miller

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A solar eclipse lassoed my windshield
to Colorado flowers lingering on I-70,
while the interstate whispered, “escape,”
and Atlanta hid in a corner of my rearview.

I chose to chase the sun
and run from the moon
through tumbleweeds,
and wild horses,
where I spread yesterday’s remains.

I left ashes on every snowboard shop in Aspen,
every surf that crashed
into my blind date with the Pacific.
I maxed out on rooftop chicharrones,
tapas at Paco’s,
and bottomless mimosas,
until I stopped at a billboard
welcoming me to California.

I woke up on Lombard Street
in a 1980s classic hotel,
with an elevator that forced me to reminisce on the Sun Dial.

I continued to ride with my hammock in my backpack,
homesick for no home.

I became scattered between Alcatraz
and the Golden Gate Bridge
I never burned down.
I leaned over the stoned ledge of the bay
fearless,
and crashed into the skies I always tried to imagine.
My toes flirted with the velvet sands of San Francisco,
and finally,
I exhaled.

 

 

 

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