#974637 added February 2, 2020 at 4:58pm Restrictions: None
Park It Here For Now
This Car Makes Sudden Stops
The car lurched
Hard
When I threw the column gear
Without slowing
To stop.
The cup holder claimed my hot beverage
Fortunately;
My head spared from dash and windshield
By hard neck,
Anchored to a spine,
Always shoulder-harnessed
To imitation leather
Bucket seats.
Idle,
The running car awaits
Further instruction.
I see a road
Through glass tinted enough,
But dirty
From neglect.
I see a passenger side floor,
Refuse --
Castoffs consumed,
Forgotten,
Always remains.
But road.
What road?
And where have I been?
It's somewhere near dark.
Have I realized yet?
I never enjoy
Finding a side drive,
Make another Y turn,
Redirect this gaze toward home.
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