The Open Road

July 9, 2016 § Leave a comment

Nothing but sky
and rolling hills
inviting us
in lyric tongues and gentle curves

to gun our engines up the slopes
and let up on the pedal as we
glide back down
to shady dells, skirting
creeks with tiny bridges,

to find out
what’s around the next bend, and the next,
to chase the setting sun
down the curve of the earth.

We are the first.
We put up cairns.
We tear them down.
Perhaps we’ll be the last.

Let’s stretch our arms out the windows,
let the motor steer itself;
While we rarefy the fuel,
it will keep on seeking heat
and lay a path.

morguefile-clarita

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