Lost Drive

A little late on reblog Friday. But here is one I really like.

Wandering Poems

The yellow moon bleeds illusions,
The city road distorts and bends,
I see a figure step into the street,
I hit the brakes…
But there was no one there.
I can’t seem to remember why I was here,
Where was I going,
Was I driving with no destination,
For this long?

I start the car again,
There moon Hides behind the trees,
Whatever it’s hiding from…
Should it frighten me?

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