White knuckles on the wheel
holding fast to my lane
between the wiper strokes
and blur of reckless drivers
on left and right
Hurtling down the highway
pushing aside the curtain of rain
pulled closed behind me
Rest off the divided lanes;
city roads and slower pace
Marked by puddle lakes
and river streets
5/23/05 21:53
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