Monday, October 7, 2024

Hum and rumble reverberate
between bone and muscle, up
the right leg, bouncing behind
the knee cap. Hubcaps spin faster
as toe presses, knowing a moment
of truth waits just far enough
ahead. As the fork approaches,
an inner map populates, the head
fills with minute details, memories
of traffic patterns and weather
delays, flashes of yellows and reds,
the whether or not this morning
will be different, if some loss
will slow our momentum. As
the leg shifts and toe hits brake,
final arguments close in. In
the right’s defense, it is slightly
more traveled, the gravel just
ever so subtly smoother, its sights
a mite more familiar. And though
unknown potholes may await,
as the foot returns to accelerate,
the left hand takes the lead, taking
us a way that may not lead us
toward righteousness, but could
never really be deemed wrong.

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