Good Things

poetry

we drove something like forever to find that break
in the sky.
We could see it, but it was too far to make out
so well, so
we fed a few more gallons of gas and strapped ourselves
down while the
engine bellowed and white smoke plumed from
the tailpipe.

The wind must have been blowing up there, though,
we couldn’t tell,
but when
we shifted in to gear and looked up, the break had flown
just above
our heads. Unabashed, however, we drove something like
forever
to find another one.

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