Sunday Drive

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Sunday Drive

We pass ivy bearded graves,
roadside beer cans glinting tribute to a whipping sun,
hundred-year old oaks transmogrified to unformed pews,
and ripples end in a small pond.
 
We claw relentlessly at thoughts too deep for tears,
capturing a minute within twenty pictures. I like this flip, capturing twenty pictures in a minute, but time has more weight, like the deep thoughts
 
A Jalopy carries us with cybernetic wheezing,your descriptions are fun to read, but the cybernetic wheezing takes me out of the relentless clawing, like unintended comedic relief to a serious place, 
leaving a smog and dust-filled wake. Leaving, because the 20 pictures are stuck 

So much to think about going on here, Sunday drive, is this a regular thing, or one exceptional sunday?  You put me in a place feeling a certain way and leave me to figure out where to go.  I think that's right.