Car lights break onto the road,

clearing a path to the next place.

Road signs rise and fade.  The radio

pulses the air, tossing sounds onto

passing driveways and street corners;

street lights blanch a small circle

of temporary safety.


Strangers are willows,

bending to the course of their travel.

They smile without reason, dreaming of

where they should be, rallying thoughts

against the inevitable; good intentions

washed from the high tide of life.


The car finds a new road.  Undiscovered

territory.  Everyone is quiet.  The engine

Is thirsty for adventure.  At the next

crossroads they turn right.


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