Wednesday, February 10, 2010

cinquain for Brain

my car has carried me across the land,
been a place where I collect my words,
through times happier than I could've planned
or days I thought I couldn't stand
of my own accord,

in storms I had no place
driving around or feeling
safe, with kisses on my face
though you didn't have space
for embraces contained by ceiling

and gearshift. But I watch snow
blanket your bruised frame
while pushing through windows
that don't entirely close
asking, how many more roads will you tame.

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