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U-Turn

October 2, 2007
By Anonymous

The slammed door is my good-bye.
I shove the keys despotically into the ignition.
The desolate ribbon of road refracts in my rippling vision.
I stamp on the pedal
With burdening weight,
Stirring up a discord of dust
All behind me.
More desperate velocity and displacement,
The physics of anger.

Yet something inside is festering.
From the abyss of my substance,
A gale of urgency overtakes me.
My foot hops pedals.
I moan in lieu of the brakes.
The tensely coiled steering wheel
Uncoils.
And I turn back amidst the dust
Which only I have stirred up.


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