The Road

Nice car.

I like that light blue.

Who’s driving it?

Long dark hair … She looks somewhat familiar.

Do I know her?

Gee, she’s going fast,

Zipping through the streets with

Open windows.

Pursed lips.

Eyes squinted.

Brow frowned. 

I wonder where she’s headed.

Meeting someone?

Do I know him?

The landscape is opening up with each mile.

Trees canopying above,

Sunrays filter through the

Tender springtime leaves. 

Soon the road will cross a covered bridge.

Underneath, the tranquil flow of water would

Murmur its melodies. 

The driver's hair billows in the light breeze.

Is a smile forming on her lips?

I like driving in the countryside

Where I can finally

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