drive

first taste of freedom
caught in a traffic jam
eyes pry through windows
of every steel journey
  at
  my
  sides
subtle rusting shades
asphalt tempts the sun
acid rain two days away
in the carpool lane
  all
  by
  myself
fled a little hawaii mist
and stack of papers on
the working woman's desk
cheap vinyl seats swallow
  me
  a
  crack
still for the moment
beauty in the wait
behold a club med holiday
relaxation for a breath
  on
  lunch
  hour.


6-3-97

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