Hindsight
January 15, 2013 § 5 Comments
The snow fell,
swirling like a beast.
Driving slower,
feeling my life was leased.
Six hours
swelled into nine.
I wish I’d known
how brittle the twine.
From Cinci
to the Caro thumb,
scared and lost
my hands gone numb,
I wish I’d known
how long I’d spend wishing
the car had swerved
with the tail-end fishing.
I wish I’d known
how slight the time;
just how far
the damaged climb.
“from Cinci to the Caro thumb..” Great!!!!
Ha, thank you, John.
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