The sun is out.
I drive as if I can roll back time.
It’s a beautiful day,
Like all of the ones that have been,
And next week the sun will shine again,
Over green valleys and hills.
It is strange that the end is so beautiful,
But I remember the first long drive down that road that leads home.
I tap the radio dial,
And the cattails are growing new stems on the side of the highway.
Life, in this place,
Has come again with the spring,