Pieces of the Road

I see tumble weeds
shatter and fracture
before the grill of a MACK

highway sainthood
lights a cigarette
in the pitch black Iowa night
with Omaha burning a sky off to the north west
exhailing smoke
into the irridescent glow of a dashboard

headlights on holy route 70
in an all but forgotten Jersey fog
offer up saintly halos
rivaling those of angels