Road Trip

Relationships, Travel / July 12, 2019 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

There is a stretch
in the long loping hills of Montana
where the laws of speed and time are not enforced

Where over every hill there’s another hill
that far to the bottom
and that far up the other side

A-sail, a-sail on an earth-rocked ship
two thousand feet above an ancient sea

Wheels endlessly humming
to the radio’s timeless tunes

Suspended forever midway
between those you’re running to
and those you’re running from

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1 thoughts on “Road Trip”

wolfgang July 12, 2019 at 3:34 pm

While roaming hills
we always hope
to run into
a Jackalope
but have I seen one
the answer, Nope
but that don’t mean
I don’t hold out hope!

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