By Dexter Morales
Night Driving
Tonight gravel roads and light rain
don’t make the best of friends.
I’ve had my license for a month,
but I’ve been driving for two years.
I look at the CD player
to find the right track.
All I see is a blue blur
from the oncoming F150.
Behind the truck lingers a
sharp turn and old telephone pole.
A hundred times down this road,
now my body braces for impact.
The cops said the seatbelt saved my life,
but really it was the steering wheel.
Otherwise, I would have gone
face first into a barb-wire fence.
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