Going Out West Again
J. Barbaree
Going out west again
gasoline and means to get me there
spirit cleansed and forgiven sins
lungs absorb the rarefied air.
Big sky rounded like a bowl
expanding blue and wispy white,
resplendent light swallows me whole
as I drive straight into spectral night.
A long highway before my eyes
path bathed in halogen glow.
I follow the blazed, yellow lines
praying that they carry me home.
Piloting the sturdy machine
onward, where the light last glowed
caffeine and cigarette dreams
carry me to late autumn snows.
Miles recede, ideas evolve
the road climbs on to higher thoughts
elevation mingled with resolve
lessons which the highway taught.
Arriving at my mountain home
just as first light begins
I look to where it is not yet dawn,
and know I will go west again.
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