Tuesday, December 10, 2024

City Limits

 CITY LIMITS


Sitting at the wheel

of a black AMX

you throttle the engine

pulling away from a traffic light

on the edge of town


windows rolled down

to air your mind

random thoughts pass by

as images blur and fade

in the rear view window


pistons rocking

with the radio

at 110

you cruise

the prairie highway


a cowboy

riding the range

with no particular destination

you break free

like tumbleweed on a breeze


troubles behind you

great plains

on the horizon

everything is clear

on eternity road



© Breyel, Timm. "City Limits". All rights reserved.


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