Friday, July 13, 2012

Night Drive # 142

The night drive
To the clinic
Tired from a day of tests
I sit at the wheel
Driving you to a night of tests
Two people with hope in their eyes
Like fog on the road

A train off its track
Snaking down mountain roads on a flatbed
Slows us down
Give us more time in shadows
Between our door and clinic fluorescents
Trees shush by

Back roads home
Quiet save for your loud tears
The tablet plays Irish songs
Under sepia halogen bridges
Two hopeless lovers
Flying over the lute shaped waters

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