You are my delight
The stretch of highway
Lined with trees before
I hit the city;
You are an old song
I forgot completely
Until it becomes an apparition
On the car radio during a long ride;
You are the deer I glimpse
By the highway, watching just under
The trees as I go
Speeding past at seventy;
You are the end of a long trip
As I get out to carry the bags
Back into the house, dead tired
And glad to be home.
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