greco-roman wrestling

a car in the rain,
with two people inside it -- it is
a dark and gloomy rain, still daylight,
but fading toward dusk.
the driver is a man. the woman is his wife.
rain falls loudly on
their car,
makes the windows appear slick and
almost slimy.
the windshield wipers are on
full-speed.
**
the car moves on through
the rain, and, as the dusk arrives,
the man says "it'll be nice to
be home."  "i'll say," says his wife.
**
it continues raining.
**
the man says something else to his
wife. but the rain is
so loud she can't hear what he said
but she nods agreement anyway.
**
the air in the car
smells wet,
and the rain is
so loud,
the radio is
franz kafka
without the
sardines.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book String Bean, published by BareBackPress in 2018.)