Exit Road

Sixty-two with Twentynine Palms behind me.

Pink sunset air – a sight I've never seen before.

Ranch houses – a squeaky wind mill turns in the breeze.

Ahead – a blacktop highway, straight and narrow.

No cars behind me.

No cars ahead.

Only the moon making a slow ascent.

Moon lit valley among darkened rugged mountains.

Luna halo; round, bright, large.

Leaving California now.

Sweet sorrow.

Thank you, goodbye.

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