A Childhood Atlas

Feet propped up on the dashboard

Curled up with a book

Remembered those summer trips

Driving along the countryside

With the trees blurring in corner of my eye

Lost in small towns and ragtag tourist attractions

Hours in the car with country music filling my ears

A childhood atlas

When the world was still off grid

And the only way you could see it was to explore it

This is summer’s forgotten story