at ninety miles per hour,
i wonder
what's so important
that he has to drive
that fast to get there.
to his wife
and children?
to a job.
to save a life, perhaps.
or is it something
else.
someone is after him,
or he's
running from his past.
i can't go slow enough
these days.
hugging the right lane
peacefully.
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