The Simple Road
She said, you aren’t the boss
of me, not my reason
for breathing.
Not that he’s noticed
because it’s all about him
his needs;
wants it all right now.
He said, you can do that
tomorrow
can’t you?
Caught up in the journey
on the my-way highway
giving dictation
without missing a beat
he missed
that she
got off
four exits ago.
(c) 4/29/06 WordFaery