On a lonely country road,
gravel,
winding through hills,
along the creeks;
two friends,
a drive of relaxation:
Where does this road go?
What will we see?
Around a curve
suddenly
in the trees -
a herd of buffalo
standing
but too still to be true:
silhouettes with details
accurately painted,
quickly passed –
wishing they were real.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
On a lonely country road,
gravel,
winding through hills,
along the creeks;
two friends,
a drive of relaxation:
Where does this road go?
What will we see?
Around a curve
suddenly
in the trees -
a herd of buffalo
standing
but too still to be true:
silhouettes with details
accurately painted,
quickly passed –
wishing they were real.
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