Quick stop. Quick start.
The car sputters like an old man
who’s walked better roads than these
but only just remembers how.
for endearingly simple times,
handed across the threshold
to smiling eyes with insouciant grace.
The tarmac beckons,
the junkyard dog barks and moans,
its lassitude temporarily forgotten
in the whine of acceleration.
The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry, available at most online book sellers. To find out how to buy a copy,