four wheels
roll miles
in four misaimed directions
black night
splashes the milky fog
against the front shield
at ninety per hour
of nineteen ninety six
trying to make me stop to think
where
do I go
but I drive
four wheels
in four misaimed directions
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1996-8/5-6
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