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The long, dusty road spun out before us
Empty land to each hand, water starved shrubs
Patterned evenly across as though dropped by
Giants making a checkerboard of desert land.
Home a distant memory though we left this
Morning, journey's end a mystery known to
Parents only. Like snails, turtles, we brought
Our home, our life, along on our travels.
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The long, dusty road spun out before us
Empty land to each hand, water starved shrubs
Patterned evenly across as though dropped by
Giants making a checkerboard of desert land.
Home a distant memory though we left this
Morning, journey's end a mystery known to
Parents only. Like snails, turtles, we brought
Our home, our life, along on our travels.
cross-posted on http://www.poetrycritical.net/ as Traveling
I'd been ambling along for two hours down this arid road before I flagged down this car.
Many had passed, they always do, but they aren't all right for me.
This one is right. A young girl. Not too pretty, not too young. Just right. Vulnerable. Open to being waved down by a good-looking hunk like me. No point in being modest, I am a handsome devil.
We chat about this and that. She hasn't been down this road before. For me it's a road well-travelled. I describe the beauty of the area.
I tell her I'll treat her to an ice-cream at the next lay-by, which is just ahead, round the next corner. The van belongs to my cousin.
WE'll draw up, he'll hand over two cones. One will contain a little something extra. She'll be asleep before she knows it, and I'll be a hundren dollars richer.
She'll come round later, trussed up in the back of his truck. I'll be on my way in her car to have a little fun.
My cousin will have fun later. I've never asked just what he does with them. I really don't want to know. No, really, I don't.
Soory,, too many characters. If you would like to read, posted at,
www.glnroz33.blogspot.com
This does not have to be an entry. thanx
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