Into The Wild Wind

I Lean

into the wild wind 
i lean
my hand on the wheel
with the weight of this machine
and the pull of the curve
on endless 
highway
another dollar earned
another town
another place
obscured by time
in a crowd of faces
into seasons of forgetting 
where i am
and where i’ve been

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The rush of the road is like coming home.

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Writing Prompt

Who, what, or where is home?

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