Long Painted Seas
Longing for long seas
Dying to meet Miss Bittersweet
On roads between tent poles
In oil holes and tall trees
Take cover
Spin rubber
Tumble and bleed
Along pot holed streams
Let home become a highway
Rolling asphalt day to day
Nowhere to be and everywhere to go
Roam and stay home
And never feel sick again
In the places you've never been
So when long seas wind
Below gears you grind
Everything left behind
Past guard rails and double lines
Find a town within a friend
And close your eyes in Miss Bittersweet's den
Copyright © Robert Twombly | Year Posted 2024
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