It was not guilt or compassion or passion or curiosity
that drove him
It was happenstance
that he saw me on the interstate
He thought of me
only because I came into his line of vision
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3 responses to “Interstating”
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i just wrote a poem recently called field of vision. i think you were reading my mind 🙂
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Nice mixed words lady, I like this poem, its cool.
Hope there wasn t an accident on the road -
jessie…we are two peas.
thanks, mariana.
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