Consuming in hast miles of macadam,
You transport me in belted security,
From dusk to dawn and back again.
Gulping gallons of volatile liquid,
Your horses purr like feeding kittens,
As your respiration poisons the air I breath.
Without you I am confined to to a snails pace,
Or to the queue waiting for a bus,
Or dependent on the kindness of other human beings.
This poem is also posted in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awaridcon Items, in my writing.com port.
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