a road

hearing
big wanderlust 
wheels whine 
on the road
from there
to nowhere.

temptations rise
for empty
barren
desert roads
to a land
far away.

load 
my bag
my cooler 
and weed
for all 
I will need.

sleep 
under stars
in sagebrush
and coyotes
where rain 
never falls.

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