Summer opened 2 bottles 

Wide, bulbous. / Long drive,

My mom asleep in the back.

I have to try to write a poem.

Scribble on an old notepad.

I park and get out at a deep-

Wood dreamlike business park.

Mother half of asleep in her white

Home shirt, begins to drive away.

I see and scream as loud as I can, 

Still not very loud

In my sleeping dream.

She gets back in the back. 

I am driving again.

Something annoying 

for Tomorrow....