Last ride (Blogophilia 44.15)
I won't be told
Where I can go
And
Can not go.
Tail lights
Shimmer the horizon
Breath grows short
Sightlines dim
As I approach the gate
Sign points to parking left
It is the last ride.
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Excellent piece! One can only hope that we will not be stuck in traffic on the way to our final destination! KUDOS Earthling Sir!
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