Hot dusty road, heat shimmer in the distance,
One car emerges out of the haze,
Speeding along, buzzing, the sound indicating a smaller car.
Pretending to be a spy, I dive in the ditch,
Thinking no one can see me, I carefully watch
This red car approach, listening to the sound.
To my relief, it speeds on by my hiding place.
I watch for a bit to make sure it is gone,
Before leaping up to dance and celebrate.
This was happiness in those days,
Spying, sneaking, pretending,
Caught up in my own world,
Only allowing it to touch the wider world
How and when I wanted it.
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