Enshrouded in a fog wrapperalongside the Alleghenies
I-99 is smooth and pothole free
refinished again in the last week.
November’s scant umbrage
of sepia and scarlet sassafras
on both sides of the interstate
wither in the falling melted
snow, an animal graveyard
lays to the right of the crisp
yellow line.
I follow rainy tire tracks
over Skytop and try
to remember what this mountain
looked like before 99
before all of us.
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