Driving
by vinny
Missed my turn on a road I've traveled a hundred times thinking of you. Then there was a huge butterfly plastered on my windshield, one I've never seen before, a harbenger of something, I am sure. I stoped and gently took it down, laid it down to rest on a pretty spot near a bluff over the river. I feel the gears of change turning, grinding out my time in inexorable little clicks and clacks. White lines passimg turning wheels, and still you are not in my arms.