I am anxious in the car seat,
looking less at the road,
and more at my feet,
as the bumps go.
They go,
and the sun gleams
above me and the minimally
tree-covered light gray street.
A beam of ray,
warming up my right shoulder,
yet all the heat
is close to my left shoulder.
Another bump,
slow speed,
a thump and a thump,
my heart beat.
My biggest crush
surely is home during daytime
on a weekend day
clear sky has us all feeling sublime.
Yet, do I know?
Will I ask to pull over?
The curve is coming up,
maybe this sunlight
and moment in thought
will give my heart enough.
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