Driving Home with the Radio cranked

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driving home, with the radio cranked
Steeley Dan blares out the windows...
gracious greens in the form of late spring lawns, and sprawling trees-- 
arching over roads
 
air sparkles spanking clean messages:
may angels orchestrate smooth sailing-almost as if we're sailing-- not driving--
while the double yellow solid lines demarcate
there shall be no swerving
 
as more curves lay ahead, waiting...
while we navigate-- high 
on the newly formed purple wisteria, 
wrapping its long viney arms around ancient oaks
 
impossible to fathom the depths of their affection--
the fellowship of live things--doorbell ringing--and stray cats meowing-- 
on warm black top driveways- a few minutes from home
 


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