Smooth blacktop sailing
before light
cracks the horizon line,
soaring
like a swift boat captain
searching for ivory
or Vietcong
dreams of lobster rolls
and keeping children asleep
no time to stop
or think, or weep.
One week
without work stress
our steady paycheck souldeath.
Scrambling to get there
before commuters clog
the highway arteries.
Loving the brakespeed chaos
and the promise of coffee
and salty air
with leadfoot magic
to get us there.
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