Love.
When the tailgaters pass by so fast
They splash your windshield with water,
When you can’t sleep because of the noise
In the kitchen and the living room,
When the car in front of you takes
The last parking spot,
When your friends seem to forget
You’re sitting right next to them with they speak,
When you’re trying to sleep on a mission trip
And the teens next to you whisper so loudly
They scratch holes in the sleeping bags,
When the season finale of your favorite show
Mysteriously vanishes from the DVR,
When every car in front of you drags its way
Down the road, and all you want
Is to get home five minutes faster.
This one is very interesting to me…I keep re-reading it. There's something very touching about it, and there's a challenge in trying to make sense of it.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like it. It's nice to have a reader who enjoys a challenge as opposed to a poetry teacher that says "I don't get it." I think she understood this one though, but it's hard to tell with her sometimes.
ReplyDeletethis is the only one I've had a chance to read so far (cause it's bed time now) but I am now fond of this one. I look forward to reading the rest of your stuff
ReplyDeleteI admire your reading stamina, and what I've seen of your blog so far. You should guest post sometime.
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