Rest Stop

Lovers come along
like 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 agression
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