Driving With the Girls
It was a short drive,
Spring came and passed,
then Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
Five windows for this travelling vehicle
into each window a woman peers.
One once had the name of ‘love’,
another looks inward fearfully still.
‘Loathing’ shows her rigidly masked face,
then next, the soft glow of ‘sorrow,’
seeks to see who is driving me.
Lastly there is Mavis, she who loved fast cars,
roads and journeys.
She who sleeps with older men,
to comfort them
when the loud revving engine of death
keeps them up all night.
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