journey home



Sunday but late evening car ride home

long street fenced in grey and brown
lines facing off for Transformer ruck

hold between a skim of brightness
a bar of potent rain lit from behind

rolling under and between. small.

hunkered in a shell of glass filled
with competitive sounds. Charts
and chants of goads over goals.
Goofing about mimicking idols

passing opposite other shells
perhaps tuned into to similar 

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