If lovers come along like rest stops, maybe that's okay and maybe it's not so good. |
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Rest StopLovers come alonglike rest stops Places to head in after steady driving, the tank nearly empty, eyes glazed, from too long looking toward the sun Easing for a time, the tensions of the road Too comfortable perhaps to pull back out Put off by the aggression of the merge lane, where engines rev, fingers tighten on the wheel A kinder place here, hidden in the trees, away from smoke and dust No blown tires, but a rest stop even so and no one builds a home in a lazy midpoint, on roads to somewhere else |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |