I tend to confuse the two;
I suppose I can blame it on the B's
the blur of places I've passed through.
It was December - I am sure of that
Snow coated the desert
like a thick sifting of icing sugar
We kept the heating in the Dodge Colt
and stopped over at a Budget motel
off the Interstate with a redundant
The next morning we blew into scalding
coffee picked up from a McDonalds
and drove toward Paso Robles.
I got a whiff of eucalyptus for the first time
oh and possibility too.
I had never smelled possibility before that day
On we went up and down the rolling hills
that reminded me of hunkered down cattle
in the fields back
Home. Warm bellies on sodden ground
that could never turn sweet no matter how you tried.
Come to think of it we might as well have been in Biarritz
or Bahrain because the map kept creasing,
created its own roads
until it became impossible to read
- and besides we always found ourselves in obscure Dead
ends, No parking zones, One way streets that teetered
on the brink of the page ready to fall into bottomless canyons.
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