64 between here & the where the waves break

is a hateful road
no matter why you take it,

one never-ending corridor
of pine and swamp

and rectilinear rear-
view. myself,

i tend to let fly left-
laned, the vanishing

point some place i
shouldn’t be, praying

east or west this
won’t be the time

my brakes give
out before i reach

home.