In Progress

I was on I-95, south of D.C.
Break lights on the van ahead.

Two days before: other break lights, at a stop light.
Rain on the pavement, and I felt the car slide,
No damage then, just the chilling fear.

And now we had been going 65,
I migrate north with three lanes of traffic,
Leaving you for another month.

In my re…

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