Corrugation on the leeward side gives away the plot
A sideways glance at the reflection
Single floor standing crowds the small space
More than the muted mind can contain
I ran that race when mojo meant more jostling
Thanks to soul sounds the nikes are hung up
As is the necklace lying on the dash
Not what the sleuthing surmised
My time here is for what it does
To rebuilt sand dunes left behind
My name was called so I drove here
Someone guessed right