June 2, 2014


Once I knew no seasons.
Just rain ‘n hail or shine.
Travelling cross far borders,
chasin’ others’ time.

Daylight saving pushing,
each state end’s long drive.
Weather fronts loom way up front,
piled black clouds spill

Left ‘n’ right out to horizons lost to view.
wipers slapping steady rain,
headlights beaming through,
again ‘n back across the seasons,
sunlight shines again.

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