The Wind To Know

Lost in the miles, lost in the smiles,

the road calls out my name

 

Throttle in hand, a beckoning land,

no two days then the same

 

Direction unmapped, my nose to attack,

what’s never been before

 

Fate rides ahead, making my bed

—the wind to know for sure

 

(Limon Colorado: August, 2019)

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