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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CyjGhVua_s

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Cigarette smoke

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And the endlessly counting odometer 

Railing against 

The tired whir of a second-hand engine

As it attempted another hill. 

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I hit weather around Teslin, snow 

Coming down in May - heavy, 

So as to rock the bent aluminum 

Of an already compromised truck. 

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It was hardly a storm, but I bit 

Into the cigarette's filter, 

Leaned into the windshield 

So as to better see the road

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And let the smoke play into oncoming traffic

As I flashed the looming mountains

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the crooked edges 

of my teeth.

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As I drove, alone, for the first time 

In a long time, I fell a little deeper 

Into love 

With the dubious, erratic nature

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That was the temperamental weather

Along this temperamental road.

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