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We have weathered this coming winter

just as we already resent

things we let ourselves say yesterday.

 

As time stands, we gallop with horses or power-walk,

steer sports cars, speedboats, or jets, looking ahead,

staring down a decisive lane of travel,

while our laughter, sobs, and anxieties

stay attached to incremental mile markers.

 

Every single minute,

the road one minute ahead

is forsaken for the road

just over the horizon;

every single minute

detail tread upon

by possibility’s cloaked visage.

 

No matter when the gas tank empties

on this rest-stop-less road,

the trip has already concluded.

 

All that’s to do

is look out the window,

rage our engines,

turn off the headlights,

and laugh at the transition of dawn

into our good night.