Theresa

That first little hope that I hoped out on the road the back tire gradually rose to high pitch&vibrated my thumbs.Today is the day I find a friend rich in openess in this vast endless kingdom.The grain waved,the trees sighed in bliss,the birds followed&sang.She choked on something in her kiss then told me everything.Backtracking against the wind,the chain broke.Halfway it began to rain.I hoped again.