Multi-color pieces of broken glass
illuminate the shoulders. Each pass
marks a repeat on US 6: a cycle.
Jackrabbits flatten on the asphalt.
The glass sparkles neatly in perspective.
Morning grows in the horizon beyond white
sand and red. Green desert brush and yellow.
Beige foothills. Burgundy mountains.
Decline to incline, each pass marks
a repeat on US 6. Open range and
range cattle. We crossed Nevada in
seven hours. I only had to brake twice.
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