We hit the prairie
with the windows rolled down.
As the sun started to set,
you took off your shoes-
your barefeet on the dash.
You lit a cigarette
and the glow as you inhaled
revealed marks of a very great adventure.
We let our hair grow long together
because it looked cool
when the wind
ruffled it a bit.
"I wish we could drive forever", you said.
I agreed:
We could have chased the sun for the rest of our numbered days,
because we knew it would be the only thing
we could hold on to.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:42 PM UTC
We hit the prairie
with the windows rolled down.
As the sun started to set,
you took off your shoes-
your barefeet on the dash.
You lit a cigarette
and the glow as you inhaled
revealed marks of a very great adventure.
We let our hair grow long together
because it looked cool
when the wind
ruffled it a bit.
"I wish we could drive forever", you said.
I agreed:
We could have chased the sun for the rest of our numbered days,
because we knew it would be the only thing
we could hold on to.
Memories of Summer, 2008.
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