never greener
we’re planning on breaking camp
and find a less crowded hill
stop somewhere along the way
and reload our dwindling supplies
adding a twelve pack or three
and batteries for the weather radio
I say we’ve been down this road before
and you tell me you don’t wanna die
we make better time at night
rarely speaking and changing channels
the other you falling in & out of sleep
waxing gibbous straight ahead
acting as a third headlight
the grass is never greener anywhere
but we seem to like it that way
rising sun playing hide & seek
with disappearing moon
speeding toward the next county line
half your head outside the window
march two thousand twenty
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Excellent poem and reading. So vivid!!
Thanks so much, Wanda!
You’re welcome