Pace Car

A snowy drive home, Winter in Maine, poetry, humor, Modern PhilosopherOn a day

Both cold

And dreary,

I started home

From work

So weary.

Snow had fallen

Fast and heavy,

Near the end

Of the work day.

Large, heavy flakes

Most unexpected,

Now covered

Roads already

A slushy mess.

Still drained

From yesterday’s

Ice storm,

And not sleeping

Because of worries

About my poor,

Sick kitty,

I wasn’t really

In the mood

For a snowy



I found a gap

In highway traffic,

And fell in line

Behind a little car

Going slow

And steady.

The snow

Was falling

And the road

Was dark,

But I just followed

My pace car.

Its taillights

Led the way,

Red beacons

A very

Safe distance

Up ahead.

The whole

Way home,

No one

Got between us,

I never

Closed the gap,

And my heroic

Pace car

Even got off

At my exit.

Do guardian angels

Frequent Maine highways

In late model Fords?

All I know

Is that

My journey home

Went better

Than expected,

All because

I let

My pace car

Lead the way

To safety.

On a day

Both cold

And dreary,

I got home safe

And now

I’m cheery.

One day closer

To spring…

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About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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2 Responses to Pace Car

  1. Austin, that was beautifully written. I like having a pace car, too. I feel more secure seeing the lights of, and following in the tracks carved by the person ahead of me.

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