[on "Wild Wash Road"]

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Las Vegas to Los Angeles is a tedious drive.  I was with my kids, trying not to let the monotony of the desert put me in a trance.  I looked up and saw the exit, “Wild Wash Road” and guffawed. I could see nothing but desert for miles, and not a pretty desert for that matter.  The name of the road struck me as so funny that I asked the kids to be quiet and dictated a first draft of this poem into my phone while driving. When I returned home, I completed it and had a great fantasy of the possibilities of “Wild Wash Road.”  Naturally, I imagined myself in a sleek Porsche rather than my old Honda as I became enlightened while zipping along.