The Drive Home

She was driving
He was sleeping
Cities, towns
Mountains, meadows
Fields, farms
Streamed by
He opened his eyes
Saw God and knew
A semi had plowed
Into them and instantly
They were dead and
Had arrived at a
Better place than
Their earthbound
Idaho Destination
Angels sang and
They were in heaven

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, walk 2 hours daily. Kundalini energy rising since age 27, began writing poetry October 2023.

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