Roadtrip
Cramped in the back of a six-seater,
Knees touching with my friend.
Singing to Amy Winehouse,
Surrounded by friends.
A Canon Camera in my lap,
Nestled between my legs.
Looking outside the window,
Fields and run-down houses,
Tire swings out front.
My friends laughter echoes off the walls,
I'll miss this.
See you next summer.













