Summer Road Trip

No Dabs, 30 June 2021

Sun rises out there

Past the windshield

Coffee in hand, swig

Turn up the radio

Something about not

Riding for free, no

We go anyway, yes

Pulled by the promise

That it is still there

The trail, beckoning

Calling, like coyotes

In the night, crazed

A little, it seems,

Though for the canyon

Dwellers it is simply

Life, like packing up

A vehicle with stuff

And going, driving