This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
Driving Blind The fog in Cajon Pass concealed both yesterday and tomorrow, as we ascended the summit. The headlights of my silver Toyota Corolla revealed only the ghost-like lane markers. Unable to see any danger-- either ahead or behind-- we continued up the mountain whispering prayers of protection and salvation. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |