I’ve been driving a lot lately in order to go to job interviews. Here’s a poem for this week:
Rumbling roar of my car
Transient rattling wheels
Snap of fingers,
Music gurgling from grimy speakers
On and on and on
farms, fields, forests,
Dangling thoughts and particles
of bugs splattered on windshield
On and on I drive.
I thought that was really funny. Enjoyed this poem. Where have you been going in your job interviews?
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