Words of Art – Day 90 – Shotgun

Shotgun

We
Are heading west.
The sun, glaring in our eyes,
Is slowly beating us to the horizon.
You
Riding shotgun,
Paper map in your lap,
Wind blowing in your hair,
Bowie playing on the radio.
You smile, look over at me
I smile back.
I
Am thrilled to have you
On this journey
Riding shotgun
And guiding me on my way.

Roy W. Backes
© 2018