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The Long Road Home

I run my old Ford
on this asphalt treadmill  
thoughts wander beyond
passing run-down towns  
places made of nothing  
in the middle of nowhere
lush, velvety forests
leaves scraping the sky  
the perfect hiding place  
for shy mountains  
the stories theyíd tell  
the wisdom theyíd spill
but their mysteries  
barely register as I stare  
through my dusty,
bug-splattered windshield
I kept the moon company
until her lover returned  
holding behind his back
a glorious bouquet  
of orange-pink hues  
the color of the fat Ruby Reds
that fell unceremoniously  
in my childhood backyard  
he presented his gift
to her delight (and mine)  
then kissed her silvery cheeks  
before tucking her in with the stars
and bidding her good morning
the luminescence fading  
from her sleepy eyes
my eyes are sleepy, too
my body a head-on collision
like the one I passed in Chicago
where the flashing blue lights  
warned everyone to stay away  
my mind a two lane highway  
thoughts coming and going  
way over the speed limit  
along in both directions  
a few more hours till Iím home
where Iíll need a vacation  
from my accidental oddysey
that was so much less  
a respite from my daily grind  
and so much more  
a journey with side quests  
resulting in the sudden death  
of who I was and the birth
of who Iím yet to become †
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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