The door squeaks open,
I grab the handle above my head, and climb in.
The key has an oversized plastic placard attached,
I slide it into the ignition and turn,
the engine strains for a moment and turns over.
I pull the bar down the column, and release my foot off the break,
as press down on the gas,
and sluggishly begin to move forward,
I look down on everyone I pass,
little Civics like my own,
I feel out of control,
My brain empties out as,
the engine growls loudly,
drowning out the country music on the radio,
The lower side mirrors help me stay navigate the lines,
I drive directly toward the snowcapped mountains,
looking fuzzy like a painting in the distance.