Night Poem #2, September 12, 2016

 

 

We never meant to be out so late

I thought sure a ride would come along

And take us near enough to home

I remember drivers who were drunk

This time of night

Gave me the wheel,  then went to sleep

We left one right around the block from your house

 

But tonight is a dry well

And the hours keep passing

We didn’t dress for this cold

I joke with you

As if I was confident

Thinking nothing bad could happen to us

 

Hoping for a car to stop

And some lonely salesman

Ask us where we’re heading

 

Copyright 2016

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