Let’s go
down the road.
You,
my oh so, pretty one,
painted in this sunset,
as we push desert,
making for the coast.
I would trade
a million yesterdays
to keep this picture
in my mind forever.
You and I,
the rumble
of that big engine,
tearing us away
from our wounds,
like an old bandage.
We did like our mothers showed us;
all at once,
the pain
a blissful emancipation.
Music blares loud
and the top down.
Drained our bank accounts
and sold the house.
God never saw fit
to give us children,
I guess He didn’t want
to raise caged songbirds.
Two of us;
what a rare pair
of wildcards.
Crazy lights
of lost nights
fading in the rearview.
Hot sun
baking away
that last touch
of corporate enterprise.
What comes after this?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Let come what may.
We’re ready
to start a war,
or end one.
I guess we’ll see
what’s going on
when we get there.
But the end of this road
is as irrelevant
as the beginning of it.
All I see
is that smile on your face,
and freedom in your eyes.
As the mountains rise before us,
the ocean on the other side.
This is the moment
that we’ve been living for.
We’ll die
knowing we knew the feeling
of being cageless.
HG – 2022
