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Gasoline
It struck me 
As I was leaning against the gas station wall
We're on this road
Traveling together
But I had no idea
Where our destination was

I did not wonder
I wasn't worried about directions
I wasn't concerned about routes or boulevards
I wasn't looking at the compass
And I wasn't noticing where the shadows fell

We filled the car with gas
We cleaned the windshield free of dirt and bugs
We filled our snack bag with Twinkies and coke and chewing gum
And we admired the low gas prices at this small town gasoline station

The air here is crisp, as if a rainstorm just passed.
I can see rainbow swirls of gasoline in recently birthed puddles
The fresh scent of the pine trees behind the gasoline station infiltrates my nostrils
And you call to me, signaling that you are ready to go, ready to depart, ready to move on

So I leave my leaning position against the gas station wall
Leaving a slick muddy footprint from New York
With keys in my hand I walk towards you
And I asked, "Do you have your keys?"

With your answer,
It struck me,
We're on this road
Traveling together
But I had no idea
Where our destination was

 2010 David Greg Harth
10.08.20.14:54:44@550MadisonNYC