A thin ribbon spooling out of the growing darkness
Watching him from the corner of my eye
In the passenger seat
I’m afraid for him
Afraid of everything
Glittering his eyes picking up the street lights
Afraid if he’ll go to college
Afraid if he doesn’t
Afraid of his friends, his choices
Rows trees speed past us
I turn to speak
As the sun slides beneath our feet
As the moon weighs down
My head our home looms before us
His hand pats my shoulder
“Thanks I appreciate it.”
Suddenly cold air washed over me
A hush metal against metal
I sit in the roar of the quiet
Moving forward through
Stands of questions and doubts
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