I drive on slick streets with cups of coffee
Without any lids on,
Which elicits a sense of risk, maybe danger
And I can picture you here with long hair
And a strong singing voice
Sitting shiva as passenger — beautiful shotgun
I witness you so clearly in my future
Like a bright North Star
In the empty wasteland of the unknown
From that vantage, I experience a bravery
I’ve never known before —
It’s intoxicating, much like your fragrance
A powerful breeze knocks me over to you
Even if I struggle against;
I thank the weather patterns for this gift
