Night-Rolls >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

incoming traffic lights
blurring my eye vision
so i sit up erect to
raise my eye level, works
doing it is tiring too
i should have sunglasses
no street lights in farms
city can't afford luxury

speed limit is dynamic
35,45,50,55 same road
four lanes two each way
more are going south
going north, drive slow
i have my live gps my
navigator, my daughter
she tells how far we are
what speed limit is and
'dad did you see that'..hehehe