Driven
Just another dayin a long chainlike Love’s Travel Stopsalong the interstate:get past onejust to get to the nextand the next,to the one, two, ten,a month’s-worth after that,chasing horizonsyou set high for yourselfwhen you were younger. The impulse, though,to just stop,give in to sleep(or something deeper)perforates, permeatesyour thoughts, so you listenfor a baying at the moon,a …