it's a pass by
-errs,
i thought, are forgivable
to give one night like this:
safe and fever-warm
with both of my parents
cloaked from sight in
the darkness of night
but always there, always there.
going home, northwards
with distant strobes to guide us.
they'll bring me there, bring me there.
along the way, silence thrummed the engine
and pleasant sights thinning
patch by patch, piece by piece;
we glide through,
slice through.
this is peace.
a short poem for a drive after grocery shopping,
and here's some songs which are always great and pleasant
to hear to relax and drive to.
enjoy.
