gravel road winding slow
past gates and leaning fences
the overhang and cool dark glades
the chill of entering a scene of hades
the radio chatter barely there
the wheel vibration keeping time
we're almost there

the radio car sits across the scene
just park lights on
a morning dream
one coffee in the shift
begins
but like this life
it never seems
to end
begin
the seamelss
traumas
making sense
horrific drawa

the pall malls tip
from lighters gift
the nicotine grinds
down the edge
for this harsh work
inside the unit
push beyond the
pedals the wingtips
stretch the legs
ground out the action
hold back the reaction

every scene is different
every seen is the same
whom how where when
why
and sometimes
sometimes
one has too cry

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