The following words were cut from VISION BENT at the eleventh hour.
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Last Drive
I think I knew
I would never drive again
Never taste the freedom
Traveling on my own
Maybe that's why
I drove so much
On that final day
Sun setting in the west
A landscape in silhouette
I was figuring out
Where to eat
But I didn't want to stop
Just stay in the car
Driving to feel alive
Even though I saw
The first sign
Something was wrong
Lying to myself
Calling it a mirage
Perhaps just tired
A trick of the eye
I wanted a little more time
To imagine the possibilities
Stretching out before me
If I continued to drive
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Thank you for reading or listening to my half-blind words.
Freak Out,
JLH
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Beautiful and Touching
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pete!
DeleteYes, there is always a last time and this is one of your most heartbreaking poems. I especially like how you stretch time at the end with the “If I continued to drive” possibility.
ReplyDeleteThank you, JP.
DeleteI don't know about other countries, but the ability to drive is often associated with freedom in the US.