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Steering Wheel
A quiet symphony is on the stereo
during a roadtrip to the ocean.
She grips the steering wheel calmly and
looks into the night streets and blurry lights,
the cactus and the desolate desert.
We share a cigarette and chat,
relaxing to the sonor of eachothers voices.
The wind hums and vibrates our vehicle.
"Wonder," she says. "What star shall we follow
to find sanctuary on the shore?"
Showing all the customary
Showing all the customary talents of your verbal art, this is one of your finest poems.
Starward