out driving today i pulled a phrase
from conversation and surroundings
that should be my poem
i told you
smell of french fries at the stoplight
heading to elsewhere dinner
sun enough for spring
easy as the music goes
treeflowers and parkways
friday night outward
nodding back agree
light changes to go
leaving behind the words
gasoline and slurpees
echo in later dark
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