Tuesday, 2 April 2013

102 - Leave Me This Choking Haze Behind

Send me out
Down the road
Toward the hills
Leave me this choking haze behind
Once out from between these houses
The air spreads
You notice it at once
A freshness fills you
Strap me to the pick-up's bed
Face up
Wide-eyed at the sight of trees sailing by
Foaming at the grin to live this life down the road
Ignoring exhaustion as the travelling breeze cools me

Something scribbled down in a notebook on September 15th last year, my second day in Pingtung.

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