The gas station coffee's too hot
to chug at 5:58 AM en route to work
so we fill our first few highway miles
with recent recollections
of the minuscule victories
and minor defeats
that shape our daily lives
laughing ourselves to tears
at these predicaments--
acknowledging how we're turning
slowly into our fathers
just enough to be grateful
while achieving
the one unspoken wish
that these better men
maintained for their sons:
Not losing ourselves along the way
like the embers of our cigarettes
flittering off behind us
between white and yellow lines.
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