she looked off the back porch on that morning
squinting her eyes from the bright orange and gray
she heard the sound of the freeway
that runs like a river that never ends
over her shoulder
she moves in the left lane
merging speed
she's leaving
she's driving with tears in her eyes
that are flying out the window
and on to the pavement
like the smell of the first rain
as it settles
the dust from the summertime
she looks in the rearview mirror
and dries her tears in the warm wind
Written and performed by Derek White ©1989
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