Driving

I like to drive beside you:
My hands steering,
Your hands knitting,
Both of us facing the road
That unfolds like the map
Of our conversation —
Golden skies of Tuscany dome over
A twisiting mountain road that overhangs
A valley deeper than the heavens;
Snow-topped Rockies shoulder cloud traceries
Only gods in their chariots used to travel;
Indigo Carribbean laps below the Mayan ruin
Rising above that startling white beach;
Hilarious melodrama to shared tragedy —
Who else is as happy at the end of a day
As I, pulling into our driveway with you.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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