Speeding reckless tires,
wheels of escape, the meaning of
someplace else; answers between
mileage markers.
Humid breezes flip through the car.
A lightening chrome grill pushes hard
through stale air, biting it in half, it twists
down the side of the car forming coils of
tornadoes.
Dashboard Madonna.
Rearview mirror rabbit’s foot.
Empty pockets hold the dreams.
Smooth roads exist only in heaven.
Drive on and take the next right.
Roger Singer 