Ride
Do you smell the pine straw? Misty with the dew that falls from a warm humid rain.
Do you see the dirt road? Brown water dirt and packed gray gravel washed away in the locally predictable pattern it follows.
Do you hear the water from the shallow puddles? Splashing against
Groaning tires. soldiers. Invincible.
Two girls, smiles and blaring radio making a melodious conversation for them.
Can you see it? Their friendship? The comfort and the warmth and the love like two cats, lazily walking around the same house and occasionally sharing a sunny spot on the stained carpet beside the window.
Feel it, the fall and the love and the long dirt road and the limitless limited youthful time. What a life
Copyright © Evelyn Collins | Year Posted 2018
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