Carpooling Poem by Hans Ostrom

I'll meet you where horizon
catches a ride with the tollway
and There tells Here where to go.

The Commissioner of Asphalt
will snip a ribbon, a way will
open, and we'll commute on

into Nowhere. We'll sing of
carts and dirigibles, trucks and
tri-planes, trains and schooners

and other means of trans-
importance. We'll best be getting
along into the shaking sky. Why,

we'll be late and early
both at once, nearing and
disappearing. Together!

Copyright 2007 Hans Ostrom