Drive Through the Night | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from Drive Through the Night



If we kept moving

    —blind in the blur

       of mileage mounting—

we might outrun the sun

and not see the sight awaiting

in the bare daylight

that we were the source

of each other’s psychosis

and to lose the madness

would require roads

opposite in all ways.

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