A Drive With Isabel

Isabel, I want to remember our drive home tonight

Andrew sang us “Saints, preserve us”

My hand rested on your car seat

A moment, your little hand touched mine

We drove down Mills with the windows open

Andrew sang while your wild blond hair whipped the warm air

You said you saw a star out your window

If that wasn’t nice, I don’t know what is

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