Sunday, May 22, 2011

west in october.

we were driving that time
for hours stacked on hours

through some god forsaken
desolate swamp country

heading straight west
across the bible belt

kathleen edwards was whining
through the speakers

your left hand on the wheel
fingers wrapped around my thigh

passing trucks and lonely men
lingering side by side

I think I asked why people never
move like they have a purpose

as if there was a destination
somehow more important


© may 2011 heather brager

3 comments:

  1. I believe I've reached the most important destination...

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  2. ...or should I say..."we" have...

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  3. I think it's sometimes easy to miss the important moments... :)

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