Before The State Line

Here once:
Every doorway is but
A Line to cross and every
Line but an open door. Read
The writing along the frame
They leave their messages.

If the window opened
To the highway snaking
Across the Coastline
I may breathe
Once, last.
Racing pen and tires
2 miles at the
border and I
want to
hold that air close
once,
last.

Welcome to North Carolina