the sun-warmed vinyl seats,
the dew clinging to the morning,
and the sleep to my eyes...
With the duffle packed,
and the sleeping bag on the seat behind me...
With the yellows and greens,
the chartreuse of spring,
and the click as I shift,
and the slice-squish of the tires on the damp road...
I drive.
With the sun through the windshield,
the calm in my mind,
the rubber petal pads on the bare soles of my feet,
and the yawn...
With the blue of the sky,
and my sauntering speed down the old road...
With a bounce over the bump,
the warm breeze on my neck from the butterfly window,
and the fuzz of the antique radio,
and all the time in the world...
I drive.
