Sunday, October 17, 2021

The proper metier

    Backing out of a driveway
    Full of prose and vituperation
    I caught my breath.
    Taking a last look,
    Putting it in drive,
    I looked ahead for    
    A proper turning.
    The air is dry,
    The world ripe
    For a proper burning.
    Off now beyond
    The roads, I put
    It in four-wheel
    Drive and slow

    Knowing what comes
    Next is full of ruts,
    Sand and stones.
    I’ll be overcome.
    No point in going
    Back when one is
    This close to annihilation.

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