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Driving south, escaping, to freedom

The rain pours so heavily, tires spraying great sheets onto the median

Trapped inside the flood, strangers watch me pass

Driving north, homeward, to safety

In a brilliant sunset two girls slip by, one seat, one bike between them

A lean to turn the corner and they are gone

Driving, just one place to the next

Warm breeze in from the west again

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