Ample Roads

We're on a drive going nowhere,

Trees are passing by—we

See small waterfalls pouring

From the mountains,

Filling the cracks in jagged rocks

And glistening like diamonds.

The wind cackles and shakes

Our car—we feel the jitters.

Although that may have been

Our iced coffees.


The music blasts and we talk

About everything, anything—

It's what we do,

Until we decide to go home

When we've had enough of the

Aimless drive on ample roads.