i was once, on a lovely
spring-like day driving
down a road, singing
to a tune i know but
i so commonly forget.
and just as the singer began
the second verse of this no-name song
the car began to pitch somehow forward
somehow unbalanced by
a somehow misplaced pebble
a somehow lonely piece of gravel
and the wheels slid and detatched themselves
from the angry pavement below
until the car rolled possibly once
or twice or even three times,
in time with the song on the still-
playing radio. i came to a sudden
rest or stop. there was not a reststop
nor any other cars to speak of
in sight. i sat quite still and quiet
(upside down, that is, by the way)
slightly perplexed, seeing as how
i had quite suddently forgotten the words
to the third verse
of the no-name song
still playing on the radio.
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