Saturday, August 22, 2015

Driving Lesson

Clock-face the wheel, my mother said
hands at ten and two, point high.

Which made my destination always high noon
and the choices before me love, duty, fear.

Six at the wheel's bottom, six is behind me
no-one gave me a six-gun or a six-point star.

I've learned it's no use to watch clocks.
When the noon train rolls in it'll find me ready.

Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside

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