The Roads Of Jackson County

Each gravel truck
that blows by my cabin
raises a cloud of dust
that settles on the deck
where I read
making me look like
a smudged knickknack
on a shelf
in dire need
of a housewife's feathers.

Pointless to complain.

The road needs it
and, besides,
it's an election year
and better roads
mean more votes.

Oh, Shine On
Imperishable Republic!

Not just another dusting:
this is the Dust-Storm
of Democracy in Action.
  - mce