| Nicole's Poetry Online |
| "Highway" 6/2/01 |
| Two more exits left And I still haven't told you What I should; The silence is like a Thick, wet beach towel Laden with sand And hanging between us. So you speak of inane things As if you didn't want to Hear what I have to say - 1 more exit - And still you prattle on Jumping from one topic to The next faster than the trees that speed by. I don't want to hear about Batting averages or the Rose Bowl - I want to know what You think, if at all. Our exit - And I can't wait to Go. |