In Another State of Town in A Different Part of Time
traveling west by foot
a thumb to the sun and a smoke in the breeze
a dozen cars pass, maybe more, before any launch can be made
wondering how or how not friendly this leadfoot will come off
disappearing out the door at the first stoplight ready to roll
buying cheap wine and sitting by myself in the woods just away from the road watching headlights make their way around the world
and imagining the conversations i would have and probably be uncomfortable having with the drivers
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