(Aka Our Contrasting Definitions of Leisure, part 2)

Glancing at the cars they
Unfold inside your wake,
Sluggish beads, warping green,
Pulsing, now effulgent.
She peeks through gentle things.
I know I've said this but,

To drive forever would be
Gratuitously serene.
To watch each crack unwind along the earth's spine from
Our self-contained space, what ultimate indulgence.

I don't know this place but ok relax
I don't know the pace at which we should be
Arriving so safely. I'll be
Reveling in exotic rest.