I can see your gaze on the horizon, steady,
not like mine as I drive alone
glancing at everything
how far I am from home.
The number on the trip odometer is a fraction,
nominal in the permanent measurement, scant
but significant, vital to the equation’s precision,
it itself a testament,
_________________as you know
The eyes’ weariness serves warning for the midnight blues,
________but music waits in the cold morning
when I’m trembling close to you.
“And these are the days for roses, poetry and prose…
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