Drive
If life is just a gamble
why are the bets so small
should have taken the tunnel
instead of the bridge, subway
all the way minimum traffic
thunder every three minutes
going in opposite directions
maybe this is all they have to say
maximum speed is what matters
my arm around her shoulders
lying in bed her leg crosses
her own special line, drawing
the meal a story the afternoon
now it's started raining heavily
I am not where I wanted to be
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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