Poetry Friday: Night Rain

Night Rain

The car hums and whines and we travel
from point A that I trust
to point B where my fears are,
and I wonder if the lights
went out in the cities we pass,
would we think a world existed
beyond this freeway
and rain spatters?
Would we care that space and time
hummed along faster
than we did,
and the rain fell harder
than we let ourselves believe
in the movies we’d seen?

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