I chose to settle down today in the grass down by the road
and let my hair whip in the wind, strands dancing to and fro.
I chose to nest my feet beneath my legs jutted to the side
and watched in silent rapture at the people driving by.
I counted every car with their windows all rolled down;
I listened for the music notes, each drum and bass and sound.
I looked for all the smudges left by eager dogs and kids
from pressing paws to windows to see everything they could.
I remember all the car rides, all the no name trips we took,
all the donut shops and playgrounds, all the pages of read books.
The nights we rolled back toward a home that always called our names
as we slept against the seatbelts, tuckered from a long beach day.
Arguments and pinching, the shushes and the squeals,
laughing and fighting in a fifteen passenger on wheels.
So now I like to sit by the road and watch the vehicles for hours
and let my mind rewind in time to the road trips that were ours.
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