The engine revs as the car kicks up dust.
No one can see me being a bad ass, probably for the best.
I venture on down the dirty road in a transient state.
Looking for nothing, finding exactly what I was looking for.
As the suns starts to set, I find an abandoned horse corral.
I sit and watch the wind turn the mill.
Cows pass in single file, my stomach grumbles.
Thoughts and actions are blended into words from a strange day along the Apache trail in the Superstition mountains of Arizona.