Droshky Ride

DROSHKY RIDE I and my love, one night out for a ride the droshky driver knowing where to go in this, the strangest world where love should hide if one's out with someone they shouldn't know; the night song from a distant grove of trees lent cadence to the Clydsdale's clopping shoes and we were lost in love where no one sees where we had been since we had left the mews the passion of our situation rose til we could feel ****** coming on but funny about love, it comes and goes, until there's nothing left, and it's all gone. And as the sun lit Moscow to the day she stayed in Russia--I went on my way. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet