No rush. The sun is up and coming.
Your face pressed to the windshield.
Windy smell salutes your nose.
I'm happy. Happy to be able. Happy to fall off
The heat and the overrated summer,
The pressure of concrete roads.
I drive. I'm going far and hoping
The rain will flush my hair
And soak the heart out of my skin.
Reluctantly I grip on my shivering shoulders.
I like it. It just makes me smile.
It seems so plain and simple from the outside.
Instead of laughing I could cry.
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