what a complicated metaphor
you have invited into your life.
i am the hitcher,
and you the driver of your own fate;
your own
automobile.
say i know that there is a way
there is always the hollow to fill
the infrastructure is what
i call the system.
that's what it is.
insufficiencies
shall
be
corrected
in
time.
and so
you pick me up
for i am a hitcher
and you drive me where
we are both going
in
your
automobile.
Author notes
another work in progress
Written February 15th, 2005
A contest entry
- Driving (prewrites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended January 13, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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interesting. Have you ever actually hitchhiked? Or picked up a hitchhiker?
Thanks for entering my contest.

