If lovers come along like rest stops, maybe that’s okay and maybe it’s not so good.


Rest Stop

Lovers come along
like rest stops
Places to head in
after steady driving,
the tank nearly empty,
eyes glazed,
from too long looking
toward the sun

Easing for a time,
the tensions of the road
Too comfortable perhaps
to pull back out
Put off by the aggression
of the merge lane,
where engines rev,
fingers tighten on the wheel

A kinder place here,
hidden in the trees,
away from smoke and dust
No blown tires,
but a rest stop even so
and no one builds a home
in a lazy midpoint,
on roads to somewhere else

Poetry Collection: Corner of My Mind
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection

CORNER OF MY MIND
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