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Freeway Phantom |
He drives through the streets
feels himself lose ego strength
mass,
density
slip forward into the next gear beyond
time clocks, pay checks, credit accounts,
taxes, rules, scores,
measures of worth
he becomes a faint silhouette
a spirit dancer on the 5 south
where he has gone
there are no street lights
no railroad tracks
no yielding for traffic
that comes from the left
it is a world of numbers
that has taken him down before
he watches as the needle moves
toward empty
expecting a time when
he will no longer exist.
copyright 2007
Jack G.
Bowman |
