Sunday Drive
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Down 41, south of the city
and out into the country,
past vineyards and orchards,
its best to let the car just glide.
The pastoral scenes
can slow the beat
of the past week
thus healing one's innner self.
Be careful not to see
the sad crosses
and shrines
which dot the shoulder.
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