Slush

This entry is part 43 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

 

Slush: the mellifluous sound
the tires make
just before they start spinning.

Soft snow banks
are treacherous as Loreleis,
pulling the unwary driver in.

I steer gingerly with windows down,
listening to the welcome hiss
of leaves and mud.

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