Poetry (Day 64): Road Trip

       Road Trip

Late night. The car
crunches onto the gravel
driveway and the engine
falls silent.

Stillness, finally.

And in the back seat,
a small boy, half watching,
pretends he is still
asleep, so his father
will carry him in to bed.

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