Harmony Drive

Teenage notebooks,
Drawing knives and mohawks
Study hall dreams of where our lives are to go.

Alarm clock warnings
of School bus mornings
And so much of the year spent standing in the snow

I couldn’t see the bus from my front porch
I couldn’t see what future was coming
Smoking, leaning through my screen door.

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