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A poem about living in the moment, inspired by a roadtrip i took across america |
| Soon Only headlights search the desert highway But the sun Now ripe and falling peach bruised and half-eaten- tossed thousand miles back Took to sky Returning itself Under This brimming, fiery earth- The belly of those who rest in content But should we not forget that we too Like all men Took a bite from life And with full mouths of April Harvest the moon that ends today and begins some tomorrow And down veiled roads behind We Like all men are moving forward Born knowing Born forgetting the way back Now only headlights search the desert highway |