The Way of the Wind
miles away
a string of lights
stretch the blacktop
blinking
on and off
like lights on a lake
I watch the flow
wondering where do all the people go
where have they been
what have they went through
what do they want
what do they need
did they find it
after all …
the wandering
or did they let it pass them by
thinking they’d get another chance
but chances are
a bit like a sail
boat
and I’ve seen ‘em go
by
sat in the burning sand
squinting
but the high wind
never does bring ‘em back
around
this way again
TL