Didn’t Miss a Light

 

Me and Ingenue

 

cross the distance of the city

 

on the surface roads. A couple blocks,

 

then stop, we roll

 

a couple blocks more.

 

This ain’t the speed round.

 

Don’t waste worry,

 

we’ll get there when

 

night falls from under-slung clouds,

 

while you tap your watch’s face

 

certain of superiority, while you vent

 

and stew, Ingenue and me

 

are living better, cataloging

 

truth on the ground you’ve missed

 

from the vantage of the

 

sometimes-efficient toll thruways.

 

We’re a mile out, in-bound,

 

humming with soul, seeing all

 

and blessing the details.

 

 

 

 

r h p   h o m e

 

 

T o d d   M e r c e r


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