by Kelly

not pot holes but holes

every road I drive is cracked –

we’re all damaged goods

by Alison

counting syllables

while driving is probably

not the best idea

by Alison

layers of ice crack

beneath our feet as we search

for our parked car

by Kelly

fingernail clipping

of a moon hovers over

busy highway home

by Kelly

thwat-thump thwat-thump through

a soapy blue felt jungle –

I shift to nuetral

by Kelly

Driving sixty-five

I notice snow-covered pines

and think: How Lovely.

by Alison

Oh, how much he’s grown!

I gaze at my husband as

he stares at the road.

by Alison

I take ownership

of the automobile and

turn on NPR

by Kelly

My headlights startle

a fox, the next night a deer.

I slow and wonder.

by Kelly

afternoon school bus

makes a stop on every block –

practice in patience