Poetry: “Rambling”

“Rambling”

There is open road before us,

An endless horizon of hope–

Behind us, nothing but pleasant memory.

Four in the car:

The couple, the stranger, and me.

The 69 Rambler, old, reliable heap,

Is rambling on down the road–

The windows  rolled down,

Wind in our hair:

The couple, the stranger, and me.

The breeze brings new life,

Mississippi Moon a-glowing beside us–

Roll black water, asphalt river,

Set us free:

That couple, this stranger, and me.

That old man in the yellow Corvette,

He looked over and smiled to see–

“Nice rides, kids,” he thought.

Cruising in our junker:

That couple, this stranger, and me.

We’re all headed to the ocean,

The very farthest shore;

Hear the waves calling our names?

Sailing into the sunset:

The couple, the stranger, and me.

What lies in store for us?

All our dreams for the best,

Nothing behind us but pleasant memory.

Four in the car:

The couple, the stranger, and me.

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