CAR RIDES

Car rides give me stories.

Car rides give me insights,

tiny little ones

into the life of others.

I saw a girl fighting with her father.

A boy driving alone, stereos blasting, smiling.

I saw a woman look at her baby, not yet born, with love already radiating from the mother inside her.

I saw a driver thinking about his ailing child, all the while transporting a bunch of noisy teenagers.

I saw people with dreams

I saw people with broken hearts

I saw everything

and then I saw her

staring at me back, smiling

knowing we both were cut out from the same cloth of curiosity.

Her father screaming at her,

my driver with his hands on my body.

We both stared at each other

hoping that tomorrow we would have better stories to recite.

 

~ Freida

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