THE WORD
the car
somewhere down the road
we were looking for a ride
to take us across the distance
that keeps time and the car
from the rushing tide
our bonded ways criss-cross with ease
every car will take us
to where we want to be
we are all simply moving
and there is little more to discuss
friends are born in the once unknown
they’re recognised from afar
somethings take time to rouse themselves
others are carried
in the trunk of a car
we make our way by grateful heart
by word and song, car and stone
by our own soul are we known
and in the knowing
we find our home.
mark raffills
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