DAWN SHOWERS Dad turns the ignition of the big Chevy Truck A white Fifteen hundred with black trim, Loudly at first, but then smoothes out. My mind's tired, but starting up slowly like the truck. We dash out the driveway. The road's shiny from last night's showers. It's dank outside. A moist, uncomfortable feeling. RTS buses speed by, louder than our white machine. Puddles lift up and smash against us. The sun tries to peep through trees. Still dawn.
Philip Kelley
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