Old Time

Looking through the back window
dads 46 Mercury
Summer sun and dandelions
dust clouds up my memories.

Faces stretch into years ago
Streaking across time like stars
Gravel spitting up in my life
pitt and scratch, dimpled scars.

Black and white fade away
I face the front head on
Shiny new and whimsical
life flies past me
that road is gone.

Open range, wind in my hair
the book is mine to write
windows clean and crystal clear
The rear view full of light.

-Diva