I see the trucks’ loads.

I see them piled up high

in front of me on the highway,

with cargo full of sad regret, considerable worry, and dreaded fears.


I can't view even faint hope up ahead

for longed-for wishes, sacred trust, and fulfilled dreams.

My vision is blocked by the loads.

There’s no looking around the trucks.
Linda Imbler

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