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  The Big Rigs At Night
   
 

The engines of the big rigs
started pulling hard
and then revved down
and pulled hard again.

The wheels started
singing softly
in the distance
as the speed increased
and sang loudly
as they passed
the front window.

They then faded away
into the distance
as I lay trapped
in my hot bedroom
waiting for the next
truck to go by
or for sleep to come.

 
   
  Raymond D. Marshall
   
  Copyright © 2003 Raymond D. Marshall
   
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