In my experience, any road trip over six hours in length without an overnight stop  pretty much feels like a kind of endless Hellscape, the only foreseeable destination a never-ending mire of boredom and desire for the driving to end.

Here are some poems.

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I.

… Heading south. Tires hot.
Fire at our backs; flames ahead.
We’re on a highway …

II.

Sojourned from the pit
Wayward fiends traveling home
Hitch rides on our backs

III.

The rearview mirror
Reflects more than where he’s been
Shows what’s chasing him

IV.

One destination
Terminus of travelers
All highways lead there

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