The Advantages of Driving
by Joyce Wilson
We count kilometers by Petersonís profiles
and petal-falls; just as one toothed frond
disappears quickly into the gaping space
of the right-hand mirror, we look ahead
and identify another, sequential signs
in a revolving gallery, ordered and framed
in the memory. But for these signatures,
we would lose the object of our travels:
to savor the minutiae of distances and hours.
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