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Seeking refuge from hypnotically endless white
lines,
As well as the continual beeping of the box seeking
a cop;
My steering wheel commanded it's four tired tires
To accept the offer of turning into the next
rest stop.
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Parking the vehicle carefully between two more
white lines,
(I wondered why they couldn't paint them blue
or black);
The driver's side door slowly opened as I carefully
stood,
Uttering middle-aged groans resulting from a
too stiff back.
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Following one rather large yawn and a stretch
of the arms,
I sought some relief and then located a vending
machine;
Still half-groggy, I inserted two quarters into
the slot,
And pushed the appropriate button for a hot cup
of caffeine.
Deciding to take a few moments before resuming
my trip,
I planted myself on a bench that rested beneath
some trees;
Where I sat in quiet repose, for how long I do
not know,
Listening to chirping birds as the leaves swayed
in the breeze.
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Glancing meditatively toward the too busy highway
ahead,
I noticed the natural beauty of the thick woods
to my back;
The contrast took ahold of me as I considered
the thought,
That my lifemobile is also speeding down time's
busy track.
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Realizing my predilection to ignore the beauty
of moments,
Due to a driving need to reach each and every
destination;
I chastised myself for my refusal to realize
the importance
Of pausing when nearing one of life's slow down
stations.
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Determining to take serious heed to nature's
prolific lesson,
I walked back to my car, stopping only to obtain
a can of pop;
But when pulling into the interstate, some jerk
nearly hit me,
So I sped up to pass him and waved goodbye to
my rest stop.
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