to forget
the drive’s become less
noticeable with the grass
brown ing in a way
less enchanting than the trees
or you watching
they blur in greens
speed now past them
in orange attempts to forge…
you liked this drive
this highway quieter
now in this season
than when you’d switch stations
to have songs match
climate anticipating seasons
and this one come
the crispness of cold
a passenger’s seat with only
the driver’s warm
by thoughts and you
somewhere in a city
stationary looking
out a window colors turn
i drive faster by them
to forge…
to avoid remembering
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poetry and what words wait at the end of long pauses
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