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I It was pointless you ask-tell. Referencing our argument. Why do we waste time on anger? Good question. We should be doing something meaningful instead, you say. How can emotions trip us up over and over again I wonder. Why is the hate -seed flourishing? Fury flashing in bright corners? We stand divided in Society losing self-control. Falling into the false narrative. Blaming, shaming, accusing. Judgemental on our oh-so-mighty high horse full of self-righteousness. II Hauled into the sky by a laughing, mesmerizing sun that dances across our faces. The day has a skill we can only hope to aquire. Scenes rush by as our road trip becomes a happy disconnect. Wind fluttering through open car windows zooming back and forth. Tires singing on hot road. Languidly I stretch, riding shotgun. Your right hand reaches for my left thigh resting there with intense heat. Almost burning me, already sweating although it's only 76°F sans humidity. The other still clutching the steering wheel as you silently stare ahead. I close my eyes, soaking in all of what could be. As I hear you smack, snap, crackle and pop your gum extra loud just to annoy my sensibilities. Always knowing how to tease me back from the brink of mad..... I open my eyes wide. See the crooked trees bend in agony. Raining a flurry of bullets instead of blossoms. ©Donna H. April 22, 2023