So much depends upon
the overly large Honda key
that starts the atomic blue car
to get me from the beautiful mountains
to the rolling hills of the Piedmont.
So much depends upon
the midnight black phone
protected by a tough, plastic cover
to keep my communication
with family and friends
as for I am far, far, far away.
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