Driving home on the crowded highway
I watch the flashing brake lights
Sirens singing on my right
Tires squealing on my left
Roaring engines all around me
A symphony of metal and asphalt
Calling me to keep my hands on the wheel
Telling me to keep my foot on the gas
I dig my toes into the pedals
On the off chance I can master the speeds
Never letting up and setting my mind free.
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Gunnar Anderson
Author of The Diary of Sarah Jane and The Diary of Sarah Jane: Between the Lines. Has a bachelor's degree in English from Arizona State University and currently resides in Phoenix with his wife and daughter who inspire him daily.
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Wonderful job.