I woke up with her at the wheel,
not sure what time it was,
but the sun was rising. . . .
Two states now behind us left unharmed.
The last state line slipped away
like sand through my fingers.
We didn’t speak a word for at least an hour,
but let the wind do the talking
through the cracked rear window.
It was profound like she could be sometimes.
It was beautiful like she could be sometimes.
I know we had a destination when we started,
but now I’m not so sure; still . . .
nothing seems to stop simply to accommodate
my uncertainty.
We should be in Louisiana soon.
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ashokbhargava2012
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