Restless Drive
Full, shining.
I think that the moon is watching us.
I look at Sarah,
Sleeping restlessly in the seat beside
me.
Oh, to think I am going to see
But I'm tired.
I don't want to drive through this
desolation anymore.
A semi-truck passes, rocking her little car,
and Sarah wakes up.
She offers to drive at
I sleep.
Jennifer Kelbaugh