my eyes are fixed on the
continuous color of asphalt.
st. christopher gives visions of
destinations the horizon hides.
weary of backseat driving,
i quietly contemplate the deep
philosophical meaning of
bumper stickers on the
backs of passing cars,
resisting the urge to utter
those four timeless words.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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