Left Lane

This is the speed of things
At 6:40 A.M. the bay is silvered
The ferry came across, seemingly
For me alone
While on the other shore
I had to drive, for hours

I was born into beauty
I was handed beauty

Cities become dreams over my shoulders
Tank trucks become duellists
Broken, grey buildings
Are spotted with sunlight

Born into beauty, but
Temporarily had to run,
And so began running.

Why? I don't know.

I really do not know why.