Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I-84 on a Windy Day

Tumbleweeds dance across the freeway And I grip the steering wheel tighter.
I’d like to move that way:
Let go, be free,
Tumble wherever the wind takes me,
But then maybe
I too would end up caught in a fence
Somewhere in the desert.

Written by Brigitta

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