surrounding objects each with distinct names <br /> dizzy and blurred. <br /> <br /> consumating witnesses in a pair of <br />windshield wipers washing away the rain. <br /> <br /> your head turned to the right slightly <br /> looking away. <br /> <br /> the rocks and trees lower and <br /> draw so very close. <br /> <br /> but you are somwhere else. <br /> <br /> your belt buckeled form fastened <br /> to the seat wanders down the <br /> interstate corridor. <br /> <br /> how you drift through the lanes <br /> so quick and so quiet.<br /><br />nathan martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passenger-seat-observatory/
