Ride

I miss driving a car
    fast along a highway.
No fuel now for that,
    although the highways are mostly still there
    somewhere under the snow and ash.

I used to love to drive at night
    and watch the stars.
To go out a night now
    is to freeze;
and even if that did not seem so bad,
    you cannot see the stars.

—a woman
  Ozark Mountains
  North America

 
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