28 July 2008

Way home

There was a cross-breeze
through the front, back windows
One hand on the steering wheel
back 'nd forth went the keys
A scream from the back seat
took over all drums
What for the attention?
two hands would just meet
A strange silence came
as the child and clicker held
Wheels came to a stop
yard looked the same

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