SuzAnne C. Cole
Heading west on I-10 out of Katy
in the dead middle of the afternoon,
as curses and slammed doors
echo in the chambers of her brain.
White knuckles on the steering wheel,
she stares at landscape bearing down,
faded weed stalks edging dry fields,
swaying over bleached grass.
Barbed wire sags between posts,
gray twisted wood, occasional
ornament of watching hawk,
hooked beak unholstered.
She needs the illusion of movement,
progress marked in mileage signs,
roadside attractions approaching, then
receding. She feels superior to those
who stop, lured by lodestones of beef jerky,
sugared pecans, country breakfast,
biscuit-studded, served all day.
Fueled with expresso, she is tireless,
with an appetite only for escape.
Who needs a job, a husband, food?
Not her.
SuzAnne C. Cole, former college English instructor, enjoys being a wife, mother, and
grandmother, traveling, hiking, and writing from a studio in the Texas Hill Country. Her
poems, essays, short stories, and articles have been widely published in commercial and
literary magazines, anthologies, and newspapers. Her short plays have had several
productions. She can be reached at SuzAnneCC@aol.com.
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Heading west on I-10 out of Katy
in the dead middle of the afternoon,
as curses and slammed doors
echo in the chambers of her brain.
White knuckles on the steering wheel,
she stares at landscape bearing down,
faded weed stalks edging dry fields,
swaying over bleached grass.
Barbed wire sags between posts,
gray twisted wood, occasional
ornament of watching hawk,
hooked beak unholstered.
She needs the illusion of movement,
progress marked in mileage signs,
roadside attractions approaching, then
receding. She feels superior to those
who stop, lured by lodestones of beef jerky,
sugared pecans, country breakfast,
biscuit-studded, served all day.
Fueled with expresso, she is tireless,
with an appetite only for escape.
Who needs a job, a husband, food?
Not her.
SuzAnne C. Cole, former college English instructor, enjoys being a wife, mother, and
grandmother, traveling, hiking, and writing from a studio in the Texas Hill Country. Her
poems, essays, short stories, and articles have been widely published in commercial and
literary magazines, anthologies, and newspapers. Her short plays have had several
productions. She can be reached at SuzAnneCC@aol.com.
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