When Liz was fourteen,
she finally got to sit in the front seat
about six years after her first request
She rolled down the window and leaned one elbow out
far enough that she could feel the air rush by;
so her hair could catch the wind
On the same day her dad took her to DQ Brazier:
chili dogs and a couple of dip cones
She imagined the future
When she would be eighteen.
able to drive her own car around town
long after dark,
with both windows rolled down