Stiff, colorful
tumbling over and over as the wind
pushes me on to
places
and things
I've never known.
Over mountains and
across plains on the
neverending interstates
the white-black-gray callous and
compacted from the multitude of trampling
feet, cars, souls.

I know not where I will go-
wherever the wind pushes me
On and on until
I am finally caught and
new life is forced into my
veins before I too can be
overwhelmed.