Driving with a friend on our bikes
These gravel roads take us from familiar places to new ones.
I remember the twisting paths and smell of pines
Looking for a way to visit a school buddy
We stop to buy lemonade from the small store by the way
It used to have a meat counter, and it does.
Warm breeze, almost humid. Some chirping of grasshoppers in the tall grass
This is a strange place and the road unfamiliar.
For hours we pedal and do not find the house.
Coming back we stop to sit on a rock.
He asks me why we can't we find it.
Suddenly it hits me.
I explain it to him calmly.
This is just me.
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