The revs blare on the soft highway
Years have passed
Much ashphalt under rubber
the wheel wells the seats
The endless surface
the smell of gas
the fever dream
Colors of another life interrupting
Imposing themselves into this one
Over the road inside the vehicle
The decade of the seventies gripping onto the eighties
A tiny grain of sugar atop the upholstery
Sparkling out to the child in the neighboring car
Unable to identify it
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