in the mirror,
the blue light
of the state trooper
along the highway
raises the hair
on the back of
your neck, you look
down at your
speedometer, you are
ten over the limit,
but he passes you
by for someone else,
someone pushing even
harder on the pedal,
your sins have
been forgiven,
but you still slow
down, just the same.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment