Hour 8

double yellow ribbons unfurl before me
disappearing round the next bend
so many hours in the driver’s seat
shuttling lovelies to dance

some days I’m spread thin, tearing at the edges,
grumpy and desperate to be home

some days it’s quiet, they read or nap,
and words and images tumble out of the sky into my mind

some days, yes some days
secrets are revealed
fears and worries poke out
hopes and dreams slowly unfurl

these are the days I remember that no time is wasted
these moments are precious and
I will be lonely for them when they’re gone

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