I Drove and Drove and Drove
Up all night, unable to sleep (oy, don’t ask), unable to access the internet (until moments ago) (oy, don’t ask) I spent the time revising the latest revisions of two of those poems that just won’t go away: the poem about the pre-dawn commute to work in mid-winter under an early crescent of moon, and the poem about a sliver of moon glimpsed through a pre-dawn windshield on the mid-winter commute to work. I feel like they have something in common, but I just can’t put my finger on it.
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