a head of steam through mist so even dust particles stirred
by workers do the rumba down,
glisten as flecks of gold, but still
Sun means business,
shines right through
my driver side window, heats
my cheek, ear, nose, and on
through passenger glass, lights
the whole white side of a semi
which can‘t seem to get enough
work done today, pushing the limits
swinging the curves.
About the creator: Jimmy Long
A native of Buckhannon, West Virginia, Jimmy Long earned an English degree from Marietta College in 1993. In recent years he has resumed an active writing life in Charleston where he works and lives with his family of five. Long’s work has appeared in Appalachian Heritage and Roanoke Review. In 2016 he won first prize in poetry for his submission to Mountain Ink Literary Journal.