Push-push-push
the words away-
Not Now, I'm driving-
Go Away, I say
to some voice who speaks
whenever cotton choosing
time it strikes,
fancy that
despite the
distraction and cost,
I lose
my place
I will remember that
later
I think
and try to trace
that thought I thought
I knew-flew
out the cracked window
and is stuck back in traffic...
A bump in the grind
passed over like a pothole
or just a poorly patched-
over up poem.
Image from 1902 publication, 'Motors and Motor-driving' by Alfred Charles William Harmsworth.
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