My Car Moves Along Poem by 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.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nalini Hebbar 31 July 2006

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

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T F Rice

T F Rice

Pennsacola, Florida
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