Bard from a Bottle

A place where I finally will post my own futile attempts at poetry for posterity. As I most often am inspired to write when under the influence of either my beloved gin or beloved classes (both undergrad and law), I cannot make any guarantees as to their quality. Continue at your own risk...

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Highway Storm

Rubber on tar
Darkness of night
We're not going far
But it's still a fight
For raindrops are falling
As seen through the light
Yet that's all we're seeing
Though try as we might
Silently fleeing
Without line of sight

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