The Willows...

 

Home in the background...

128

There on 128, where my imagination meets the miles with recollections and reflections- the ones I dropped along the way to be caught again and again... in the shadow of giants, the sun flits through in tapping silent sparks of light- and always Kenny and Klugh echo back to offer a wonderful déjà vu... each yellow line on the road darts at me to refill my heart and waken what was never meant to find slumber... there on 128-
 

Fall...