We ran that Cadillac
until tires popped
close to Nazareth, Texas
on our way to Mexico.
Music rolled out windows cracked
so smoke could escape lungs
toking life first fast
then slow.
Mr. Daniels served gulps
of blind faith
altering hearts to believe
love was just another mile marker
away.
Looking west as the sun
zipped up its pants
then we looked east
got mooned.
That Cadillac knew routes
without a GPS
as we took naps
in that grand backseat
big enough to create another life.
