To You Dad

Returning at the dusk
I took the back seat
Scraf over face
I closed my eyes
Opened palms
Widened arms
Loosened hair
Where lights were dim
Where ran no vechiles
Only deep breathes of fresh air
It felt rich in the poor world
Like
Drops in desert
Heaven in hell
Worries dwindling
Air in vacuum
Relieve in pain
Positive in negatives
I thanked him for the scooter ride.
Dad, one in the world.