by Rudy Francisco
Tell me a story
and let’s laugh like it’s the only
thing keeping us alive.
Play a song
and give the stereo
permission to use its
outside voice.
Let’s sing loudly,
offbeat and out of tune.
Let the world know
we don’t care how it sounds
because the only key we need
is already in the ignition.
Let the sky turn the windshield
into a stage. Watch it dance like the scenery
is auditioning to be a part of our story.
Let’s just go.
Drive until our troubles
phantom in the rearview mirror
and we forget they exist,
at least
for a moment.
From:
Helium
Copyright ©:
2017, Button Poetry / Exploding Pinecone Press
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