morning improv

85 south of gbo 1

 

these days won’t last

forever even my

screaming and

yelling

 

wane, subside only like

a wheel returns

to where

the

 

rubber hits the road

unwrapping its ribbon

to the

horizon

 

when there it is

the day it

never stops

tomorrow

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