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In My Head
No rainclouds ahead. John spares the Brubeck CD for this weather. Cruising anywhere in my New Beetle can be a thrill, but today I'm embarking and operating on two different drives: route 476 South, and love. Duality surrounds me; wind inwindow, grooving to "Take 5." Content in the middle lane, I grin with triumph as the smoggy industrial landscape is replaced with trees. Today they represent the archaic nature of love in the future. He calls. I miss yous, I love yous, how long? 15 minutes. I hear his smiles. I can already hear him playing. The beat-- the road. The rhythm-- my wheels. The car-- the driver. And so these drives run in me. All writing is copyright its
author, 2002.
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