Swerving into the left lane

Left-handed,

You hook the block

Only to follow a string of pearls

Onto the highway.

I’m screaming, _endanger me_

All the while,

Across spilled soda seats puckering leather,

The front view mirror dangles in my face, out of grasp.

Hit the gas,

Clip a bumper and

_Friday night car crash_!

You mimick rubber tires,

Telling the receiver

You won’t be coming back....

Two early risers

Face the sun head-on, daring

Day and light to come.

Hum a melody,

March in lock-step, arm-in-arm,

As dawn breaks above.

Stare into its core,

It’s a vibrant hue, blinding,

One eye bright like yours.

A promised morrow,

Symbolic, almost hopeful,

_We will make it home._

You taste victory,

Florid and ripe on your tongue,

Soon awashed by pride....