joy ride gone awry
belching miserable.
in the midst of temple granite,
blooming sage of gold,
a swift MINI ride,
and Tanners Flat
the urge to be home has taken over
at White Pines Trail Head i pull over
listen to grasshoppers click
and perspire
the goal--to view autumn in all it's splendor
the reality--i want to puke
oh to be Dorothy and click one's heels three times--
THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!
tomorrow may be wet and cold
today is green around the gills
poor dear mother
how did our people ever survive the voyage?
it's a mystery
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