Girl, Driving

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/@pajevictoria?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">paje victoria</a>&#160;on&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&#38;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>after John Green<br/><br/>So call her wanderer: she goes awayinto a certain space; the girl, the skyoblique enough to slip the rising daybeneath her skin and let the wonder flyin open miles, untethered to the land,the gilded cardboard castles where she dwelt.There is no permanence except the handthat holds the steering wheel &#8212; and she will meltin years enough. But stone and brickwork lie,eternity eludes the people, towns,mythology &#8212; The girl would wonder whythey staple garish smiles over frownswhen roads await. It&#8217;s time to wander onto sing a different story as her song. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>