We drove all night, could not sleep, rain
Moved offshore, wet pavement, wispy fog
In headlights, cool night air. Miles to go
Before we slept, familiar Frost verse rang
True, except we were burning fuel and
Time from Lubec, Maine to Boston, early
Morning flight, two women young at heart,
Hard-pressed goal, Timmies or Starbucks
In Waterville, double-double or extra shot
Of espresso, ES Tylenol, moments walking
Around, top-off fuel, Southbound I-95.
Thus concludes week-long Canadian Thanksgiving holiday.
Thanks for reading.