Driving in Silence

Turn off the radio

and drive.

Just the road noise

and the vehicle

of my repentance.

Four wheeled confessional,

exists in moving meditation.

To, or from here;

it doesn’t matter.

Just a short commute,

or a jailbreak.

A loss retired.

A weekend getaway.

Man and machine

move as one.

Check the rear view,

and the side mirror.

Change lanes,

take my exit.

No remorse.

No apologies.

Heading home,

or never turning back.

The wheels turn

and away I go.


HG – 2019

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