A Sunday Drive Poem by Half Past
A Sunday Drive
Wipers rapidly sliding across the glass..Swish..Swish..Air in the cab thick with smoke..Engine humming a deep soothing rhythym..Spray of light rain beating against the sidewalls..Slight vibration as the shocks adjust..Wind seeping in through the crack in the window..My hand on the wheel firmly..Foot slightly down on the accelerator..I don't know where I'm headed, but I'm sure enjoying the ride...
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