Pitted Windshield
Sun glare Revelation
I heard from you today I-70 a backup
Tumbleweeds plan their own destiny
Kangaroo rats speed across risking
No services church or otherwise available
For miles of limpidity of lucidness
Rearview replaced with selective memory
Adhesive backing peeled away
I am in hopes you'll bring bushel baskets
Filled with wooden spools of quilting thread
Your kite string kept us in contact and her thimble told a story
Burlap sacks hold new Dreams to be seeded
Oh and the tarp is in the trunk from the early years
It was I who said it was f***ing insanity
Seer and Sower foretell Amish puppetry
Printed muslins of sheep grazing new pastures
Check your gauges and accelerate
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Chip Bergeron
Micki
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I can remember the beautiful mountain roads, the porcupines.
Be well,
Christine
If thats the way you Colorado people drive, I am staying away from that state...;-)e