Bringing Up The Rear

January 15, 2022

The only one along this road…

riding shotgun through my mind

Tomorrow waits for someone else,

lost wanderings consigned

Forgetting what the moment augurs,

living in the past

Confirming what I’m most afraid of

—behind whoever’s last

(The New Room: January, 2022)

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