open road, by the
waves
top down,
windblown
and blue sky for
days.
where are you
headed? no compass, no map
hugging the curves
- clutch, shift, gas.
L.A. or Boston, or
somewhere in between?
time for a new
landscape; a changing of the scene.
it’s not the
destination, they say
but rather the
journey.
off she goes, the
redhead in the MG.
A.R.M.
02/03/15
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