2-2-2017

May 31, 2021

Reclined back so that I can see-

A tall wind bent pine against

A baby blue sky,

With wispy white-

Seated in a car,

Next to my comrade,

Silence filled the desert

Except for the occasional car,

Rumbling in the quiet,

The crunch of distant gravel

A melodic tune,

As we drift in our clouds

Of grass,

On a late afternoon.

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