A pleasant Sunday drive

There are no disagreements as
we drive along, encased safely in the car, a road
split by the center line.
Practiced vowels, consonants and syllables
roll predictably with the hum of tires. Each topic
measured as the roadside poles,
the conversation’s selected tone
mirrors the
ca-thump   ca-thump   ca-thump
of the paved highway joints.

We stare at the windshield and
we think of things that must be said – instead,
the words shift, twist, and turn
in our mouths
like worms, then sit angrily,
before we
brood them out of separate windows in
silence and

continue down the road
somewhere,
the receding light of the sun
searching through glass then
fading
in the rear window,
frame by frame
until the light is
gone.

This is a reprint of work originally published in Boston Poetry Magazine.

Tony Walton is a Caribbean writer living in the Cayman Islands and has been published most recently
in Whisperings, The Avalon Literary Review, Eastlit, Eunoia Review, Poetrybay, Nite-Writer’s International Literary Arts Journal, Storyteller, Burningword Literary Journal, Boston Poetry Magazine, and Out of Our.

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