Another poem about driving, sort of.
Blind Spot
Why do those things
we thought we passed
for good and seen fade
in our rearview mirror
suddenly reappear
to honk or hit us
when we try to change
direction?
Blind Spot
Why do those things
we thought we passed
for good and seen fade
in our rearview mirror
suddenly reappear
to honk or hit us
when we try to change
direction?
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