Endless (a poem)

Horizon a long line running left to right

last star signing off

sunrise with all its might

cold morning air with all sounds subdued

desert mountains and sky bluest hued

engine starts with a roar

pedal to the metal

motel disappears behind

the endless road forever on my mind

 

 

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