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By darwin Date: 2004 Jun 30 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.30.14.03.4939]] |
| i wait for the clock to strike 5 and then I'm off into the open road. the asphalt and roadkill that litter the wisconsin highways. i open the windows and close them again when my hair blows into my face. the whipped threads of hair scratching against my momentarily sensitive skin. i watch the time, the seconds minutes dragging by, waiting for the traffic to stop this slow crawl, swearing under my breath at the idiots who decide riding someones ass is an olympic past time. but i wait and bide my time, those minutes seconds that bring me closer to you. i listen to ccr and wonder if I have ever seen the rain...and then to npr and about the injustice of free trade on the cocoa market. i turn the corners when i need to and turn through the park way hoping that it's a short cut. then i sit a little longer breathing in the toxic fumes of the cars who have sat there before me. i finally pull into my driveway, park the car in the garage, step inside...and i wonder what all that excitement was about, when I come to an empty house, and you aren' there yet. and every day i begin it all again. |