This car is an abyss
Such close proximity
To people once being
Blood and family and
Now a distance grown
From life's path trod
Thoughts turning to
The coming funeral
To life and love and
All the things missing
Quietly I sit and watch
The verdant landscape
Flash by faster and faster
Mist dissipating yet
Clinging to the tops
Of every mountaintop
Friday, July 3, 2015
On The Road
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