Concrete and flashing lights
Fade into the rearview mirror,
And home disappears.
Everything I've known is gone
In the blink of an eye
And the short pressure of
A foot on a gas pedal.
I miss being on a familiar porch
With a breeze from the Ohio
Blowing itself along the wood
And through my hair.
I miss the unpredictable winters
And days of warm and cold.
I miss you.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
