Driver’s License

It’s a day
And a half drive
From Highland
To here

I know this
Because my
Drove it

Many times I was
In the backseat
And taken here
On summer trips

Then one winter
We went
And didn’t
Look back

Just my mother
And me
In the backseat

From the high desert
To south hill
Headphones in
The whole way

Movies and gifts
That my friends
Gave for
When I left

Just a week after
Our ‘Doomsday Party’
I was on the road
Being driven again

1,200 miles isn’t much
But still far enough
For the world to be
Nigh impassable

From my view
Out the window
Through the Siskiyous
And into Oregon

It never set in
That Shasta
Was the last of
“Home” we passed

Now I’ve had many
Evolved every minute
And return to the origin

Soon I will see
The deserts
I abandoned
Which incubated me

A 3 hour flight
King County
To San Bernardino

5 years of
Scar tissue build up
And so many
Miles driven

I never drove on
Those roads but
I’ve gotten my
License here

Will it still
Seem so

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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