the dust that kicked up
around the wheels was orange,
the sky was endless blue.
"we lost phil," jim keened.
he swirled the words across his ear.
"we, we, we, lossssssst phil."
a steve mills smile:
his sunglasses reflected the desert
and phil was in every lens.
we laughed then, all four of us.
i wiped some grit out from under the seam of my goggles.
"follow me," i called and gunned it for the canyon.
[gotta get back to work. feel free to continue! xo all.]