Wednesday, October 6, 2010

The One With The Car I Dubbed Sundance.

Dear Lover,

I rented a car.
It smelled like mold and smoke.
So I rolled the windows down.
And breathed in mountain air.
Took curves as altitudes rose higher.
Kicked up dust on a gravel road.
Listened to Cat Stevens through the static.
Out in the middle of no where.
Out West.


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