What I didn't see was God.
What there was out there
were some good corners
and intimations of the sublime
as cars that spread the lane before me
and a lingering image of R.C. Bates
(the relic and poet) and
I sang a Merle Haggard song
to myself as ripples of what do I do
spread, shackling my speeds.
And my fortune read
you will soon gain something
you have always wanted.
