Car Windows

my car windows

have seen it all,

farmland country and city blocks,

they have framed corn stalks and foreign cars,

they know every place i have ever been.

sunlight shining though 

trees tall and elegant

dancing in a breeze that i feel as i lower the glassy barriers 

that keep me locked from the experiences

that my window portals 

save me from.

my car windows remember every road

that i have traveled down,

all the rundown farmhouses i have passed

the skyscrapers that i have cowered under,

my car windows hold my memories better than my own mind,

they know my favorite places as much as i do.

5956 days i have lived,

and my car windows can play every song i have heard 

and my car windows 

know evry tear i have cried,

every place i have gone to hide.

my car windows are my best friends, 

they know my heart and i have whispered my dreams softly,

so very softly so that only my dear windows

know the secrets of my bare existence;

my car windows

have seen it all;

farmland country and city blocks

they have framed corn stalks and foreign cars,

they have seen every  i have been.

 

 

The End

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