photo by grassrootsmsw
“I am destined to move at night on the secondary
roads of the American dream. I took my first off ramp
after traveling under someone
else's direction and now I draw my own roads.
My life does not cadence to traffics or crowds.
Its rhythm swings on the porch with the firelies.
I travel at the speed the wind blows...stopping at
the magical places. Singing the one clearest note.
Cracking open an awareness of things more
beautiful than once thought possible.”
Gladys the Brave