This post is in memory of my grandfather, and all of the amazing moments we were fortunate enough to share.
Cloud Factories
Black, white-
Black, white-
The dotted lines on the pavement-
Whiz by beneath these tires-
Amidst the early morning hours-
Navigating I-95, South-
The first time I recall this drive,
She was three, I was five-
Almost six-
It
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