Driving With Elizabeth MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

All is quiet on the car
ride home along back roads.
Outside the airis relaxed: 68 degrees,
damp.

Small pearls of water
slide down thewindows.

I stare through the
glass, follow black windshieldwipers,
listen for the splash of puddles and
passing cars.

There isno music,
no conversation.
I don't notice.

There is no heavy air ofawkwardness,
when it feels like time is stagnant.
No need to turn onthe
radio or our voices.

We are comfortable allowing ourselves
to belost in the silence, in the mood, to listen only to
passing cars andrain.

I notice amidst
the breeze, and solitude,
that her breathinghas become rhythmic, her
sapphire eyes have fallen, and she sleeps
as thelost pearls paint
the glass near her face.



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on Oct. 13 2012 at 8:28 pm
Bradical BRONZE, Morgantown, West Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die Discover that I had not lived.” --Henry David Thoreau

The substance to this poem is really nice. However, the misspellings and fused words are distracting.


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