pack up, don't stray

the jeep cherokee comes to a complete and full stop. the street crosses another street and both are void of any traffic. i can hear the music pounding through the windows- it's u2's miracle drug- and at the wheel is a young boy, beaming, screaming out the words, dancing in his seat, fingers drumming out larry mullen's drum beats, and just being.

he lets me cross and i'm smiling the entire time.