by Nicole Hill
Your nimble fingers reach for the volume control
as Led Zeppelin’s “Houses of the Holy”
rolls off the radio announcer’s tongue
and enters our ears
a second too late across the transmission of a radio wave.
Your foot gently taps on the break pedal,
the rosary beads hanging from the rearview mirror
begin to twist and sway between us.
Suddenly the sun met the tiny crucifix
light glinted off the silver
it blinded me.
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