December 24th Cinquain

in poetry •  3 years ago 

Driving Home Christmas Eve . . .

With each
mile, I slip back
further into my youth—
classic rock blaring on the ra-
-dio.

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When I used to drive home on xmas eve, there was nothing on the radio. Nothing.