Easy Driving
I put it in drive.
Everything is fluttering.
Driving is easy.
If you have GPS.
You don’t have to remember.
Through farmland.
My car drives, slowly.
Like a caterpillar.
But caterpillars change, eventually.
My car is a little crazy.
Driving though farmland.
Barely any road left.
But still fluttering.
Driving is easy.
I miss fast food.
Driving away from convenience.
Is a little too easy these days.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
