Driving at Night

The trucks, you know, are ready to go now
The road is long through the soft falling snow
Kyiv lies waiting in the early morning
Can they see us at night? I just don’t know
I’m too nervous to light a cigarette
Anyway I don’t ever smoke, at all
There’s plenty smoke and fire to go around
Driving without lights is like driving blind
I don’t have a truck’s licence or a gun
But they need bullets, and food before dawn

Written for dverse, a 10 line poem with ten syllables per line



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