In the South the sunset sits behind the clouds. We ride with the wind on our way to the place we call home.
Roads unknown we travailed looking for adventure,
I slipped and fell onlookers by, no shame, no pain,
and we walked on through treacherous rocks down through the ravine,
and out of it. Exhausted we were fed close to Hollywood; treated well
for a change by friendly men and women.
Down those streets we walked, lost from one another, then reunited
by the one-legged pigeon and the lone white dog as the worship was
about to begin in the land of thermal waters that we vowed to visit again
in the parking lot by the Burger King. There we did these things —just the two of us.
Her and I.