Over the Next Rise

Around San Clemente
the road begins to climb
and men in small pick ups
weighted with old washers
and dryers,
rusty bikes and fridges,
piled higher than the cabs,
you’d need a ladder to tie
and retie this load across the beds
that sink, bumpers nearly dragging
on the ground as they
struggle to carry their burdens
from here to Mexico,
hands gripping the wheel,
eyes straight ahead,
as if over the next rise,
the road may suddenly end.

Published in Bluff

Photo by Rodrigo Abreu on Unsplash