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5:52 Hometown Cruising

Everybody writes poetry about cruising down back roads at sunset, or dozing in the passenger seat during sunrise, but what about driving though your hometown at 5:42pm post-workout, as flickering yellow rays of the sun warm your tired muscles. What about the faint smell of cigarettes and the angry bark of a dog as your family and your little brother's best friend roll through the "rougher" neighborhoods in town. I have read so many beautiful poems about cruising at sunrise and riding at sunfall, I think it's time for poetry about beautifully mundane things. Daily events that don't seem to matter, the rides that will soon be forgotten, but are beautiful enough to become poetry nonetheless.