On Passing

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On Passing (for J.C.)

Years pass, we swerve, we
veer, we right ourselves
on the road. We pass
like years.
In all that time we think
we are in control.
We are in control.
God rides silent in the back seat.
We bear the burden of our own direction.
And, if we crash and if we burn,
it is our own fault.
After all, it is our own damned fault
when we pass each other
without notice.

No stops, no slowing,
no spiraling careless abandon.
Just silent, careful, uneventful passing.

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