CHASING THE SUNSET

Driving alone is no less sweet
for the solitude

And as I wind through the back roads
One hand on the wheel
I remember the spot
where I learned to drive a standard shift
and accidentally hit a squirrel

Certain bends of the road remind me
of my Uncle Dick's neighborhood
or St. Davids streets

And during a long stretch of road
where I was the only car rolling along
I turned off my lights
And coasted in the dusk

As the sun sank into the powdery pink