Another control day

The author reminisces about life in an avalanche-town

Yellow lights flashing

Cannon firing

Another control day

-haiku by Jerry Roberts

A breath of hot air gusted from the heavy truck door redolent with a pungent mix of body odor, warm vinyl, exhaust, undertones of fast-food grease, and maybe even a hint of … Butterfinger?

“Does the heater need to be on full-blast?” I asked as I climbed into the passenger side.

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