San Andreas

He unfolds the map of California in his lap,
shoves a Marlboro in his mouth
and lights his way to freedom.

The Mustang shrinks into a blip of color
as she stares out over the scarred plain,
the car’s candy-apple red body blazing
across the Central Valley scrubland.

Her shadow wavers in the hot sun,
a dust-covered caricature
with outstretched arms
and trembling fingers.

Beneath her feet, the ground
shifts without warning
and gives way.

 

Copyright © 2014 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

 

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About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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