Ethan Taylor · Feb 22, 2010
Highway 119

The drive From my place to yours
Affords me the perfect amount of time     
     to wonder
Winding through countryside
     Windows down
          Across farmland
               No radio
In those fifteen minutes I have all the time in the world
     And could drive forever
I light a cigarette
Which you still don't know I do
And I am lost in thought and breeze
Ten miles of silence
     I could stretch it forever with you
Driving back to my apartment
My hand on your knee
The horses roll by
And I never want to arrive

This is a stream of consciousness piece.
 
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