Poem Shards
 
Is that fear still in ya?
    Do you want to be tripping in the Vermont Blizzard?
   Do you fear for breaking down
       along life's highways?
  Broken, broken
     but still going on
      going on and on and on
  with no hope for stopping
    all day long and into 
  the frosted evenings of
    New England 
        upper valley sunsets.
       
this poem was a modification of the last poem.