They glare at me.
They glare at me in blindness-
silver stars
surging forth into light years.
They are insane to believe
that my hands
will not wind the wheel
towards them.
1980s revised 11/2016
poetry I have written
poetry I have written
They glare at me.
They glare at me in blindness-
silver stars
surging forth into light years.
They are insane to believe
that my hands
will not wind the wheel
towards them.
1980s revised 11/2016
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