Gliding
The road and river parallel
Each other as I ride
On the ferry where, with traffic
Non-existent, we do glide.
With windshield wipers flapping
In my car, I’d be real tense
But the boat ride is so calming
That it seems to recompense.
I ready my book and crossword solve
And even write my poem.
Before I know it, I’ll be back,
Relaxing in my home.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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