Mother's Road They gave me a mapkin on the flight, as I dreamt of winding desert highways. We dodged the tumble weasels on old 66. Guardian angels disguised as police watched over our journey through frozen wastelands of ghost towns destroyed, by failing economies and greed gone awry. Beacons of stability in the tourism of idyllic myths, Idolizing the gangsters of the past, whose weapons now sit dormant behind glass cases. Where once rode horses big rigs now caravan, their wild lights shining, signaling in secret language. through deserts of death, mountains of hope, and sweet, sweet civilization. We journey towards the future, often fearing we were lost, yet we are always in the right place.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
This poem is based on my experiences traveling down Route 66 and exploring the southwest with my dad one winter.
Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology
Abundant Sparks & Personal Archeology combines D.L. Lang's second and third ebooks into one paperback. This poetry collection offers poems spanning the silly to the spiritual. The poems were largely transcribed from notebooks by her husband and soul mate, Timothy Lang. There is a mix of poetry written in 2013 as well as older poems from the author's archives.