A Poem of Two Journeys

by Debra White

Journey There

There he sits--
the Preacher
in his passenger seat pulpit,
spouting forth.

I grit my teeth,
nod my head,
commit each. and. every. word.
to memory,
storing it
for future reference.

Journey Back

There he sits--
King of the Road
on his throne.

Up the arse
of the car in front.

I grit my teeth,
nod my head,
remind him
of this morning's sermon.

It
goes
down
exactly. as. anticipated.

One point to me.
(Not that I'm counting...!)

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