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August 12, 2004 - A poem about Journeys

Get Me There

The road fools.
Innocence and trust
are far away.

You whisper in the engine whir.

Routes pass.
Through hungry night
Grinding me like
old teeth crunched
in ache and hope.

You grin in headlamp gleam.

No room to muse.
On more than road,
or space for touch
or breath of you.

But still I feel you - in the wheel.

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