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Late night drives while seated at the backseat I observe my dad and his heavy hands balancing the steering wheel Even though with half closed eyes I can feel his drowsiness A cap resides on his head and his fingers are too huge for his wedding ring And I wonder if mom is wearing hers, Or if it’s placed in some inner pocket of her purse Her unsteady head accompanied with light snores Her reflection an image, almost an apparition on the window And the vast blackness that comes along with it I remember smiling as I drift off to sleep The humming of the engine circulating the air, Creating an ambience as I hug my knees I look at my brother one last time Faint beats escape his headset plugged into an mp3 player I jokingly nudge at his shoulder And a smile curls up the corners of his lips I recall feeling content as I gaze out Ahead were the dim city lights and the superior night surrounding unseen stars I fell in love with every moment of it n.j.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
City Lights and Unseen Stars
Late night drives while seated at the backseat I observe my dad and his heavy hands balancing the steering wheel Even though with half closed eyes I can feel his drowsiness A cap resides on his head and his fingers are too huge for his wedding ring And I wonder if mom is wearing hers, Or if it’s placed in some inner pocket of her purse Her unsteady head accompanied with light snores Her reflection an image, almost an apparition on the window And the vast blackness that comes along with it I remember smiling as I drift off to sleep The humming of the engine circulating the air, Creating an ambience as I hug my knees I look at my brother one last time Faint beats escape his headset plugged into an mp3 player I jokingly nudge at his shoulder And a smile curls up the corners of his lips I recall feeling content as I gaze out Ahead were the dim city lights and the superior night surrounding unseen stars I fell in love with every moment of it n.j.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
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