Dear Friend

You are always expanding.

Your fingertips meet the

steering wheel

and then the rest of the world,

Rolling pavement beneath us,

Icy lanes shimmer out ahead

How frivolous for us to leave the cold

We’d chosen for ourselves

In the little boxes

we spent our lives building.

 

Thanks for smashing my box.

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