Driving Home

Donovan D. Dickerson

I imagine

just me and the road

the surroundings bring stress

my car is my haven

before I get home

Driving down University

to get on the freeway—

Who drew these solid lines on the road?

Why don’t people appreciate these solid lines?

Driving down University

I don’t think

about the homeless who

ask for money yet

refuse a burger

I think about

potholes in the road,

how I avoid them all.

University turns into State

I head down Highland

I see the same squad car parked

across from the local dispensary

I wonder if today is the day.

Down Highland

I see the same train

I would love to hear

when I was younger

Finally, I see you

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