on I-10, I’m a silver Honda
conservative fuel efficient four cylinder
headers’ asphalt fantasies
obscured by exhaust
windshield cracked
paint fading to grey
factory radio screams lithium rock
speakers can’t keep pace
broken road taunting
with broken limits
concrete barrier keeps me east bound
constructing civility before rage
weaving through traffic unnoticed
hurrying nowhere
sunsets seen only
in the rearview mirror
I've always loved driving, both the trip going and coming and having a QUEST to someplace. Driving is an enabling opportunity that I much more fully appreciate now that I am too poorly sighted to do it.
ReplyDeleteHmm. I hate it, especially driving around this city, but I'm sure I'd hate not being able to even more.
ReplyDeleteWOW! Super stuff.
ReplyDeleteI saw SUNRISE in my rearview today!
\Nice image and poem.
Hi Mary! Yeah, I know ;]. I read your post about it. Sounds like you're having one of those days like I was having when I wrote this. Hope it's getting better.
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