Reclined back so that I can see-

A tall wind bent pine against

A baby blue sky,

With wispy white-

Seated in a car,

Next to my comrade,

Silence filled the desert

Except for the occasional car,  Rumbling in the quiet,  The crunch of distant gravel  A melodic tune, As we drift in our clouds Of grass, On a late afternoon.


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