Saturday, July 28, 2012

The First Horizon

Flashy skyscrapers above.
New, sleek Chevrolet below.
Did you smell the smoke as you drove?
Holding on the handrail; cold.
We are fast in the city.
Leave conventional beauty.
Let’s see the first horizon.
Admire the farms and the cows.
I smell flowers, grass, and corn.
Next night, catch fireflies that glow.
We are now in the country.
I’ll keep driving to be free.

The fresh winds blow on my face.
I’ll see the end of the way.
I won’t stop going away.

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