11 hours ago
Love, After
Thirty years of clutching
the wheel through blizzards
and black ice skids.
Twenty years of habitual
designated driving,
hand over glass.
Today, yesterday, tomorrow
I automatically aim
for the passenger door,
sink into music I haven’t chosen
and read.
Thirty years of clutching
the wheel through blizzards
and black ice skids.
Twenty years of habitual
designated driving,
hand over glass.
Today, yesterday, tomorrow
I automatically aim
for the passenger door,
sink into music I haven’t chosen
and read.