I lined up a bunch of maple leaves on the driveway and got down on my knees,
I spread my fingers out,
fives,
to see which one I could fit my hand inside of without touching the asphalt,
the asphalt was hot still,
like lava,
and I could feel it burning the flesh from my kneecaps,
but I felt almost nothing after a few minutes,
because I was pre-occupied with spreading myself too thin,
whatever this was,
was a bad idea,
and I looked down the road to the left,
and then to the right
but I could not swivel back,
and there was no one around for mile,
surely someone had laid this track,
but they were nowhere to be found,
I was stuck,
and hungry,
and thirsty,
and this was not Hollywood Boulevard,
not sure what I was thinking here,
not even in the slightest
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