The Drive

by r.t.boys

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-08-09 15:55:00

In a calm night the car travels forward with still mortality. The sky not quite black gives a cool blue glow, an aura of peace to the white metal shell. Inside the noise of the engine runs clean mixing with the soundtrack on the stereo.

Different speeds on different roads with different momentum holding low to the ground. We run without moving. Nothing can touch us while here. A journey of talking and silence, blue, and no other color except the occasional street lamp glowing tungsten in height.

Drive now, we’ll be there soon. Endless journey, calm, happy. No need to stop. Thoughts are not in sight driving through endless night.

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