night driving.
the windows are down
and so is the sun.
the two lane curves
i cling to
wreak of honeysuckle
and a fresh squished skunk.
the radio reminds me
i’m getting to be an oldie
and there ain’t a soul stirring,
Saturday night or no.
there ain’t a set of headlights
in sight,
but the lightning bugs
blink out a clear path
to remind me i’m not alone
all the way home.
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nice one, misty.
so evocative, I love it!
I like your honesty, and especially the lightning bugs…