Driving at Night (With my Daughter)

by Brendan Strong

I’ve always liked
Driving at night
The rhythm, the flow
Even when there’s nowhere to go

Following the lights; their hypnotic hold
Shedding light on a black road
The white line
The cats eyes
The curves and the bends and the turns

Steering the wheel,
And crunching the gears
And stamping on breaks and clutch.

But tonight I drive with my daughter
A little slower than I used to
‘Mrs Jones’ on the radio
I whistle and she warbles
Singing along
To the very song
That was playing as she was born.

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