Let this soon be over
I have this dream several times a week that I am driving through the center of town, tucked into the black folds of night. I can feel wind in my hair, even with the windows rolled up tight. All the air is pushing over my cheeks, down my neck, into my mouth, and somehow I can never push it back out. In the struggle to regain the in out in out pattern of daily life, something shifts, and all I can feel is the sear of your stare, one lane over, driving your daddy’s black Crown Vic, windows down and a smile on your face and cascades of alibis streaming from your grinning lips.
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(The original:)
Let this be over soon
I used to have this dream several times a week
I would be driving in my car along Main Street
It was night and I could feel the wind in my hair
even with all the windows rolled up tightly
I could feel the air pushing down and in and somehow
I could never breathe any of it back out
and in the midst of trying to regain that normal
pattern of in out in out in out in out in out
I would feel the presence of someone else’s eyes
and there you were in the next lane over
driving your daddy’s black Crown Victoria
windows down and a smile on your face and
you would smile at me and wave as you drove by
Wahhh! Is my blog displaying all wacky o everyone else? Posts on top of each other?? WTH?
As to this poem, I think it’s kind of funny, because a few days ago I took one from prose to normal free verse, and I’ve done the opposite here. I think it actually works better.
As always, all thoughts welcome.
ETA: Fixed the display issue. All on my own!