I didn’t mean to
low road,
gravel clouds
blurring
smoke clouds,
swirling
to Free Bird.
Skin sweating,
wanting,
vinyl,
reclining seats.
We were lost
inside
a guitar riff,
ending before
things
could ever be
the same.
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Prompt-40 words or less, Nostalgia
Artwork: “On the Low Ride” Angela Marinari





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