Driving Home with the Radio cranked

 

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