falling tread

Dreaming of driving

down a frozen hill
the back end is slipping
there are cars in the right lane
no brake only passing
the tons steep their way
a narrow rail gauntlet is the bridge below
dreaming of driving instead of driving and dreaming
momentum over pavement too cold for salt white lines asleep
the Kenworth is in its highest gear
a golden heart is going low past the hills
spinning treads against the ice
no brake only passing