the city is near
I merge onto route one
around midnight
a cup of coffee
shaking in my hand
another placed
in the holder
in the back seat
my darling exhales angrily
pleading with baby
and begging the lord
to give us more time
I race past the limit
chasing the new moon
and hugging the white line
laughing at the thought
I’m a daddy any minute
july two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
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this is wonderful!
thank you very much
This poem made me smile; it ends with a wonderful surprise.
That’s great. Smiles are most welcome here.
Hmmm… I wonder what this poem would sound like if it was rewritten from the perspective of the said “darling” in the back seat!
an interesting question, i’ll have to give it some thought!