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Driving at Night
Roll the windows down.
You’re in the desert so it’s hot
dry and windy.
It’s supposed to cool down
but it doesn’t.
You lick your dry lips and feel the skin
flake off your elbows.
But the air is fresh and clean
So you drive with
the music loud.
Blaring as your hair free form dances,
fanning your scalp and
you can’t see the dust that you’re sure
you’re kicking up as you speed through.
You don’t care that you don’t know where you’re going and
You don’t want to get there.
You just want to drive
and sleep with the moon.
copyright Justin W. Price Sept 12 2011