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