WHITE OUT

Horizon covers over, then road.

Can’t see where to steer.

Stopping not an option.

Go slow and keep driving,

follow my instincts,

that’s a wise man’s rule.

Why, then, within this globe

of snow, exhilaration,

a let-down feeling, driving out of it?

Soon I’ll find the house and safety.

Still old.

 

 

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