evening poem #3, September 25, 2016

 

 

 

At midnight

The red sedan glides

Over the backroad

I stare from my window

And wonder

Is this some young couple

Who have found

Someplace to dance

And are driving home

Or are there men inside

Whose brains are hot

With some thin plan

That will end in injury?

 

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