15 Mar 00

 

 

The Next Morning

 

 

On the ride home

From your place

Window rolled down

The cold air blowing in

Trying to stay awake.

The occasional silly grin

Splitting my tired

But happy face

On my/our future

I contemplate

Deciding in the end

 to enjoy the moment

The upcoming can wait

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III