Betwixt
In between, I mean.
A thousand thoughts with added naughts
flash past in metaphors
behind the bind, there is my mind
that opens up the doors.
Betwixt between narrow and lean
I’m gliding past the lake.
never seen in between
The act of “give and take”.
Times when totals don’t add up
and everything’s skew whiff
arrive and park in the drive
I’ll see you in a jiff.
Times are changed and rearranged.
let’s turn back the clocks
car sitting in the garage
Remove the tire chocks.
Vroom, vroom over the moon
past Jupiter and Mars
see traffic separating
I was overtaking other cars.
Up the Princes Highway
turn left at Engadine
turn on the talking Sat Nav
You know what I mean.
Direct to the destination
betwixt between the trees
propelled by pure propulsion
And the evening breeze.
I’ll send you an SMS
and then you’ll buzz me in
in between betwixt, I mean
Let the fun begin.
©
David Rudder
2022
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