Watching the 101


a black ribbon of humanity grabbing the edge of America

over mountains, deserts, green fields, towns and cities

biggest trucks and the smallest cars vie for a space

carrying their stories, dreams and loads

this old highway has been home to the writers

the music makers, the movie makers, and the fruit pickers

day and night the traffic moves and then disappears

along the blue ocean and gold laden mountains

this road has seen the rains come in torrents and earthquakes that follow

car after car

they drive

past redwoods and the big cities

just to sit and watch this ballet of metal

sifting through problems

a display we are unable to categorize


I am going camping today and won’t be around any internet connection tomorrow so I will post two today.


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