all I ever wanted to do
was walk down the dirt road
I saw through a car window
somewhere between
California & Arizona
a single mail box by the blacktop
to be dropped off by a friend
walking the last few miles
dusted in thirty degree heat
holding all I owned in my grip
to our cabin base of the hills
surrounded by trees & quiet
where you would be waiting for me
wanting my news word of the world
to hold me again
instead
I drove on to the next motel
