by Carl D. Schultz

The rumbles quit and begin
Wish of car driving sunshine hours
Smelling coffee-bread scents in chilled airs
Wanting a side-view mirror
Not a useless turn wishing that she waits
Without hearing screams and squeals
Yet feeling the lurches and rumbles.
So tired.
The nap worsens tired death
Slides and crushes tree bark in face
Doen't happily see her
Cluck-charms and smiles
Her eyes that brace
Catch the infant's glance
So tired.


Carl D. Schultz