Treasure Island

Francesca Martin

(Tampa, FL)

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Pause

In the passanger seat
The music is hardly heard
As he looks in the sideview mirror
To see her face strewn with strands of dark hair that beat in the wind
As she looks through the window
On a sunny day as they drive from home
A minute passes until the breaks stop abruptly
His eyes refocus

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