hitting pavement
rolling thunder
inviting rain, pain
and highway chimes
following whims
and the faded
roadside signs
letting it all unfold:
prime America
open road
blaring loud
in rabid gasps
begging us to
live again
in garrulous blasts
roughhousing
our own way
years upon years
beauty and glorious
without time
for tears
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