Loads
I see the trucks’ loads.
I see them piled up high
in front of me on the highway,
with cargo full of sad regret,
considerable worry, and dreaded fears.
I can't view even faint hope up ahead
for longed-for wishes, sacred trust,
and fulfilled dreams.
My vision is blocked by the loads.
There’s no looking around the trucks.
Linda Imbler
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Poetry