let’s pack our bags play “angela” & spend our life driving through storms

storm whispers into streets i press my foot onto the accelerator & race 
orange streaks spilling through trees branches intertwine curl sink  sky
looks like an unbroken field / i close my eyes turn my head palms chest 
towards the sky / horses gallop untethered squirrels run unbidden i
can be anyone / but can i pluck this flower?