Recycle Bin

I found a book of pre-911 poetry that I wrote. The title of the book is Recycle Bin ... poetry in progress

7 a.m.

rain
mixed
with snow
and
the cars
keep
moving
as though
there were something
necessary
at the end
of the
road
that
twists around
to
where
it began

and
the fools
never realize
they are
driving
in circles