As he cruised down the highway,

his mind spun in many directions–

his driving, his destination, his day.

But all he really wanted to think about was

the shape

of the back window

of the old orange Chevy truck

in front of him.

One wide, uninterrupted plate of glass

with a lean look and corners that were square

yet round.  You could see through it clear to the front of the truck,

all that light and air.  You could hold it up with both hands held way apart,

if it was detached from the truck.

You could study it

for a long time.

 

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