on white lights

intermittent wipers
broken lines
marking where to cut
through naked trees
clawing at the sheet
of clouds
bright red triangles
black on white
warning darts
sharp bends
white on black
approaching one-eyed car
wobbles past close enough
to make me wince
and I hear you
"Slow down.
Watch out for the deer."
And this is what happens;
you become part of my world
as I drive toward yours

~

CLP 10/01/2022

1 Comment

  1. Sounds like a great road trip!
    Brilliantly written my friend. Love those last lines 👍🖤

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