Riding along Hwy. 166 out of Santa Maria one morning
I saw the little white crosses for those who had died along the way.
One after the other, and I wondered, did any one notice?
People still drive like idiots in a hurry, challenging death with every
try at passing that slow truck up there. Then I thought, did any of them notice
in their hurry, how amazing the view is along this road? Maybe if they slowed
down to look, they might still be alive. Then I wrote this down in my notebook.
(Yes, with paper and pen!!)
Tortured metal on the road.
Crosses line the way.
Remembering the dead.
Do they remember us?
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