I drive country roads.

Green arbour overhead,

Gravel crunches under tires.

Sunlight dancing across my windshield.

I drive country roads.

Windows open.

The scent of fading summer drifting

Butterflies flit through open meadow.

I drive country roads

Thinking old thoughts.

They float through my brain

Like butterflies or like sunlight.

I drive on…

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