​LONG DRIVE HOME

Black trees against a muddy sky.
Another friend is gone.
A whisper is lost
amongst the noise of living.
Alone in the car
moving through the twilight
in glass-clear air
the growing darkness frames
vivid car lights,
red and white
coming and going.
My thoughts are on those
earlier, sweeter, more
innocent years
when I knew everything
and was way too tall
for my shoes.
Here in the car
the trip goes on
with no end in sight as I​
stare into the growing dark
listening to old tunes.

Jim Morgan--April 29, 2012--In memory of my friend, Dan.