Categories: Friendship, Memoir, Poetry
Telephone poles race!…
by like a picket fence.
The yellow dividing line becomes
invisible…to the naked eye.
I look over at Bob and KenDog.
my partners in
The other lane holds a blur of cars
that seem to be standing…still.
The roar of the wind drowns out
Elton’s “Saturday Night”.
The city is a fading vision
in the rear view mirror and will not
be seen again for days.
The daily routine does not exist…
work is a thing of the past…
just living in sweet freedom!
Does it really matter?
I wrote this poem during my university days and recently rediscovered it while perusing some of my old journals. Reminds me of good times and adventures spent with old friends!