By chris
Date: 2006 Apr 04
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Road Song

And miles roll by like stars
that will be over our heads while we sleep
later on.
Let's be still now and listen
to the pinon polyphony of the big
sagebrush and
juniper.
How long?
They're playing our song, and time
if it exists at all is but a small thought
in the even smaller mind of some
half-
formed
god
somewhere.
Don't be scared -
those open spaces where the cliff ends
are but arms ready to grasp us tight
and deliver us unto
turkey vulture
and the harsh,
withering light
of some morning when
the stars will have put themselves all out
like candles
and the desert will smell clean again
after the few rain drops
that reddened the rocks like the
sudden
flush
on your face
and blackened the road
on which some things die
and some live
and miles
roll by.