Slow Drivers Poem by Saiom Shriver

Slow Drivers



Tailgaters get
a lot of fumes.
Slow drivers breathe
the fall's perfume.

Slow Drivers
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: travel
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sight on a mountain road a dead mother raccoon and each of her 3 babies.
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