On the Road

On the road to Climax, Georgia,

Sunsets streaked a paling yellow,

Riding in my car with a

handsome fellow.

We were driving day and night

Taking turns and making chatter.

Soon to meet the end of life.

Did not know then, did not matter.

Coffee was the fuel of choice

As we sang in shrilling voice.

We rejoiced in songs of the 80s

On the road to Climax, Georgia.

The sunset brought a sheer delight,

It also brought an explosive sight:

A cargo trailer flipping in air

Quelling men and cars without care.

Flashing lights to the rescue

Plowing through fields of fescue.

I said,"We slid past, I think," As we brought our lips to drink.

Water bitter from the blood.

Tourniquets abate my plasma flood.

Search lights looking for my love,

On the road to Climax, Georgia.

In court, my hand on a bible,

Telling the truth a I was able:

In burning heat and blinding glare-

An overwhelming nightmare."

"I felt the skid, did not see the oil;

Saw the flames and then felt the blast

I heard him sigh, perhaps his last.

On the road to Climax, Georgia."

Beverly Stock is a retired business communications manager. She has published feature articles in newspapers and magazines in five different countries. Beverly lives in St. Louis, Missouri. She is a wife, mother and a Grandmother of two young boys, 6 and 12 years old. They call her Mimi.