Read, weep

Posted bydeanb

Over the turnpike, backed up from the tolls,
To Grandmother’s house we go.
The GPS knows the way to navigate the SUV
Through the globally warming drizzle…

That’s as far as I got. Anyone want to collaborate on it, or is it too sad?

Published by deanb

male born 1944 mathematician by training, software engineer by profession; retired since Labor Day 2013 birder, cyclist, unicyclist, eraser carver, knitter when possible