>To Aire Is Human

many roads I have seen
yet the one before me
calls and curves an echo
into a question mark
          man made rails
guide man made
the hills rise to brush me
the valleys bow to invite
humble awareness’s
in the shadows
of gravel and sage
coyotes whine
and brown tailed hawks
wander their own
guided rails
and I have freedom
to course the rabid
scapes unknown to me
top down
white walls
the echos to
their aires