

My Trip Home We always take Route 15 SouthMy Trip Home by ~needywriter
to go back home, the Merritt Parkway
from central Connecticut down to
New York where the name changes
but not the road. It is a long, beautiful
ride like dawn dewing on windshields
vibrating the air that breathes aloud
past our mile-per-hour car mumbling
to the engine and, occasionally, when
we have to increase the speed to pass
a slower driver, it laughs with lightning
in the dark where streams of light
penetrate and fall soundlessly upon
the approaching road, silent as a tree
observing until another drivers bells
peal in annoyance that wed resurrected
a desire not yet born but bri
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