Radio is playing
Your mind shoots back to summer mornings
Northern California and your driving
Lost in the fields, sun is on your dashboard.
You’re calm.
Staring at the clouds, August scents fills you from the out
You crack open a window
Hand hanging, touching the wind.
Not so clear where to go
Another intersection followed by three lights
Seeking a street in this college bicycle town
Kids running wild
Lawns wearing yellow.
Maybe turn here
Nothing to lose
With a full tank of gas.
Time on your side
Alone and misplaced
Finally you’re an adult
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