The Ride - Poem by Amy Carr
As I nestle myself into the
Oversized seat of you car,
I wonder what you're thinking.
And you look at me blankly
As you do the same.
After all the appropriate fussing
And arranging of our junk,
Claiming our space for the journey,
You automatically turn on the radio
To avoid having to make conversation.
I stare at the blur on
The other side of the window
To occupy my mind the silence.
Miles pass silently like this and the
Soupy blur of the world
Only accentuates the awkward silence
In our ugly box of a car.
Desperately searching for a break
In the silence, I change the station
And for a moment the air around us is changed.
It sparkles and crackles with new sounds,
And it hangs there between us
Like a crystal in a sunbeam..
But with a quizzical look and
You change the station back.
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