early morning quiet
simplicity in tow
sitting shot-gun
smoking . .
cigarettes
driving
down the road
such tranquility
forgotten at birth
but remembered
somehow
somewhere
time has pulled me
into her down sweater
sheltering me from myself
no worries
not nothing
except to breathe
i had forgotten to feel
the warmth of the sun on my face.
that a bird could softly glide on invisible strings
or to question drops of rain
what they bring
why they fall
to earth
I HAD MY WIPERS ON
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