i roll the window down
and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
then looking upwards
i strain my eyes and try to tell the difference
between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
“Do they collide?” I ask, and you smile
with my feet on the dash, the world doesn’t matter
when you feel embarrassed then I’ll be your pride
when you need directions then I’ll be the guide
for all time
-scout, you’ve got good taste.
