Paradise Rd- Amanda Thomas

By Amanda Thomas

Our favourite tracks waver through the stereo, 

as sea-green falls away, our worries flow 

down the bridge connecting 

the mainland to the island. 

Hands hot on the steering wheel. 

Eyes crinkling under sunglass and steel. 

The breeze pulls out our hair, 

the windows down low, 

melting tires then 

the churning depths of the sea 

far below. 


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