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.