– night rider –

Light traffic on the way home,

low lights waver above the  roof.

Night has not changed shape;

neither has the sound of the radio.

I cannot even recall the scent of the highway air

with the window cracked open.

This is simply a somber affair,

yet it keeps my mind from the realms

of more turbulent realities.

 

To Planet Y, I carry on.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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5 thoughts on “– night rider –

  1. What great perception of a simple drive home, it brought a memory of driving the night with clean air coming through the windows, favorite music, your few words have a big impact when read, I read them aloud, great creativeness. Ann

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