One Way Street
to have
a car
or a truck
or a motorcycle
or a boat
or a mower
or a golf cart
or whatever on wheels
and climb aboard
whenever you please
owner of the key
and for decades
you’ve sat at the wheel
millions of miles
open and shut
crank and back up
cruise and return
and you know every bump
every back road and dead-end street
every turn, every stop, every bridge, every track
could close your eyes
and still get back
and then just like that
the key’s on the rack
and somebody tells you
you can’t go back
and for the rest of it
there’s a window seat
and you pass the same tree
go through the same neighborhood
sit at the same lights
and watch the person
to the right
owner of the key
sitting there
at the wheel
with millions of miles
to go
and they think
they know
where they’re going
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