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At the Pump

Posted by Bob McGovern

Too far beyond the click of the motor,
Hemming exactly what we sow,
Two feet on the road in the mind,
Many miles behind - a burning down below.

Experience and faith in the time of arrival,
The blur of objective truth,
So many eyes transfixed on the static,
Not enough hours on the experience of youth.

So where does this leave us together?
Are we horizontal, or are we behind?
The fastball comes at only one speed,
Only way to miss it, is to keep staring down the line.

So keep my glass filled this evening,
My thirsty mind says it’s far from over,
Imagine your face in the eye of the storm,
Another full belly, salted with getting older.

This entry was posted by Ben Myers, on Monday, May 01, 2006. You can leave your response.

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