I got loadbearing feet. -18 wheeler legs. drag my demons and devils in the tanker behind I stand tall, Oh this weight. "She's a good one," they'll say, not understanding How fast I can leave. "If you catch her- there's cement foundation under the moss that grows over her faith." Hurricane glass in my ocean gray eyes I've got steel framed thoracic spine that holds my haul steady. I tied down my baggage with bungee and coil. I've got road ready feet as there's asphalt that's burning. I've got weight bearing soul- and spare beneath the hood, I've got to keep it moving though As I'm just passing through.
I am grateful for those who share in the my passion. Please say hello, please feel free to suggest.