The
back seat of the Pinto
Held
me and my sister
Awash
in the rare morning sun
Shining
down on a stunning Oregon landscape
Well,
not exactly stunning
As
this particular bridge
Skirting
the Columbia River
Showing
more of industrial development
Than
natural preservation
As
the long flowing arc of the freeway
Gave
us a spotlighted view
Of
several warehouse districts
We
made our way to the Oroweat store
To
get second hand bread
And,
fingers crossed,
peanut butter cookies
My
favorite with the little divot in the middle
Still
hanging on to the last wisps
Of
that wonderful bread store smell
With
the desired cookie in hand
The
sky still showing signs of staying sunny
We
were all in a good mood
Heading
back across the industrial bridge
Mom
flipped on the AM radio
Pushed
in the long black selector rod
The
dial jumped to the music station
Wonderful
70’s pop flowed from the speaker
I
remember that moment
It
was when I woke up to music
It
started to mean something important
As
The Wings sang about silly love songs
I
understood that this song was special
That
I need to hear more
That
cookies may be wonderful
But
this song was better
I
can’t remember if I finished eating
But
I remember the song
And
how the sun looked different
As
it shone on the new road ahead
Lighting
the path to a journey of sound
Opened
my ears
And tuned my senses
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