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Flashing lines and cigarette smoke

Flashing lines and cigarette smoke
in the backseat
of a stick shift relic
of the aughts
with visions of adolescent road tripping,
looking for apartments
scrolling on my phone —
they’re all too expensive
and always too small —
I look up
and suddenly
a skyline
over the horizon.

May 15, 2022
Driving into Québec City
14h15