Painted Reflections

Forgiveness paints reflections on the water

we dip from the well of us,

exchanging artistry for machinery

to work at what we make work

hoping to make it work,

the fear of breakdown

rattling in the trunk

next to the spare tires

we fear losing,

the dusty toolkit,

the yellow plastic ice scraper,

the safety blanket

whose warmth we disregard.

Our accelerating heartbeats

break speed limits

imposed by invisible authorities.

Straying from the road

we hit rumble strips, our scared faces

stiff in the mirror:

have we forgotten how to drive this car?

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Painted Reflections

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