Driving at Night (With My Wife)

by Brendan Strong

Driving at night, going home
Through the city
Neon splashes
Yellow flashes
Reds and greens
As you stop and go
Yellow, yellow, yellow.

Driving at night, going home
With my wife
On the motorway
Smooth road
Yellow, dark, yellow, dark
Lights from other cars
Recurring.

Driving at night, going home
With my wife
Pulling off the motorway
To take old roads
A less yellow way
A less lit way
A less straight way
No one knows what’s
Ahead of the light we throw on
The jaded road
Ahead of us.

“How like life!”
I suggest
To which, my restlessly resting wife,
Says “What?”
Which is why I love her so much.

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