Under a chill and fitful sun,
Past the parking strip trees
Being whipped by a spring wind:
I'm driving again.
In preparation for this foray,
In a discreet paper bag
I have carefully packed
An extra pair of pants
And underpants,
On top an absorbent pad,
And--just in case--an adult diaper.
The bag's on the seat beside me backseat now,
Helping to keep my mind at ease.
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