I Haul

The door squeaks open,
I grab the handle above my head, and climb in.

The key has an oversized plastic placard attached,
I slide it into the ignition and turn,
the engine strains for a moment and turns over.

I pull the bar down the column, and release my foot off the break,
as press down on the gas,
and sluggishly begin to move forward,

I look down on everyone I pass,
little Civics like my own,
I feel out of control,

My brain empties out as,
the engine growls loudly,
drowning out the country music on the radio,

The lower side mirrors help me stay navigate the lines,
I drive directly toward the snowcapped mountains,
looking fuzzy like a painting in the distance.

Published by Michael Christopher Cole

Michael, is a highly motivated, filmmaker and video professional. Coming from a marketing background, Michael knows not only the ins and outs of a quality video, but also how to make the most impact across various media platforms. In addition to his work with Chocolate Diamond Media, Mike enjoys family time with his wife and son, traveling, and reading.

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