On the road


Highway 80,
never ending,
the long ride to California,
maybe escaping?
what we leave behind,
love begone,
love cast out?
Are we running to?
Or away?

 

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She asked me,
were you killed-off by love?
I loved this woman,
sultry dress, scent of Summer flowers on her tender skin,
soft glances of hello.
I told her.
Love doesn’t kill us,
greed does.
When you love someone.
We don’t own the love,
we appreciate the gift of the kiss.
She smiled and she thought a-bit.
She whispered,
then why do you swim in things lost?

Dancing Coyote