scrub pine to scrub pine
one
after the next
i
pull the seat back a bit
and try to relax
no radio, please
just the comfort found
in
the broken staccato
of
steel belts and rubber
on the ride in
i haven’t a clue why I feel like crying
at least there is no one here to offer
all of those pointless questions
and flailing, shushing sympathies
on the ride in
june 19, 2005 |