i think of you and smile,
out there on the open road--
clear blue skies, clouds like
fluffy cotton balls, the road
vanishing at a singular point,
way out on the horizon.
i wish i could be there,
curled up in the passenger
seat: blonde curls blowing
in the breeze, in the middle
of nowhere. we find comfort
in forward motion, together.
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