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Dropping Fast
Racing the dark from Albuquerque to Flagstaff
old questions trailed behind me
The highway marked with broken dreams
of searchers long ago
As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
the sun reached out and grabbed me
My last horizon dropping fast
-the finish line aglow
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
old questions trailed behind me
The highway marked with broken dreams
of searchers long ago
As Gallup filled my rearview mirror
the sun reached out and grabbed me
My last horizon dropping fast
-the finish line aglow
(Flagstaff Arizona: February, 2019)
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Dropping Fast
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