T F Rice

My Car Moves Along

My car moves along
the roads,
like bow to violin:
one motion is not
the grand
serenade,
but the night in its
entirety.

Poem Submitted: Monday, July 31, 2006
Poem Edited: Friday, August 20, 2010

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  • Nalini Hebbar (7/31/2006 8:35:00 PM)

    oneness with the present...lovely...love...nalini

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