Just For Now Poem by Brittany Flowers

Just For Now



Contemplating
Behind the wheel
Is where I contemplate
Best
When far from reach
Is a black beauty
Of eighty-eight.

Succumb do I
To the tendencies
Of unorganized
Thought
Where the trails
Of black asphalt
Compose them neatly.

And guided am I
In capturing such
Atoms of idea
Flickering
Like the flame
Where the nicotine is nursed
By sounds of Imogen Heap.

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