Raton, NM
Sitting in the front seat of a car that
Isn't mine, it smells like another family
Passed by motel signs and rest stops
Slowly, foot on the brake, rearview
Mirror faced forward-
the AC has been going
for God knows how long
And my hands feel like they
Might freeze off
Children cry in the backseat
One sings
Another screams
The windmills we pass by
Are larger than life
The other cars pass us by
As we go five under the speed limit
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