Sonoran road trip

Farm-faced wispy boy,
faded rough pick'em up truck,
breakin' all the rules
bustin' out for the big lights,
just like all the rest.

Tumbleweed scrap soars
above the highway,
reached cruising altitude,
lofted by a cheeky breeze;
just truckin' along, truckin' along,
alone as all the rest.


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I really saw a scrap of a tumbleweed fly over the highway. It had to be 20 meters up, just coasting, not losing any altitude as it went. It was cool.

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That's all for today.

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Edited because: Aww, crap. I forgot to share the link to the imaginary garden, where I posted this. So here's that.