Saying We'd Go Somewhere

Her name was still on the windshield this morning
Hazed to recall the night before
There were gales of faded night laughter hanging, preserved
In cold confines of car air

She told me how she planned to sit
Clapping life to scenes of black top roads
And hustling sunlight soaked into the hood
Zipping through fields of green and gold

I find myself wondering
Will she read Snyder in her seat?
What song will be playing when she falls asleep?
If a tire pops can she make herself handy?
Or simply steal my glove compartment candy?
(She knows. She knows she hasn’t such right)
Should I trust such to drive day or night?

These are but dream saplings
Lapsing into bubbles of sun
Who pop with morning’s monsoon
And when the car door opens up:
Are we still lying? No.
Just pretending