Highway 99 I hike along highway ninety-nine, on a journey to the true love of mine. I want to measure the distance to my destination, but no sight of mile markers measures my frustration. From sunrise to moonrise above the skyline, I’m thirty-three miles closer to my love shrine. From a desert to a lake-side gas station, I’m sixty-six miles closer to my elation. When snow eventually melts in sunshine, I’m ninety-nine miles closer to sip my love’s straw wine. When wind and dust paint my hairs gray, I wonder whether my lust leads me astray. 由 historic route 66 联想到的一首爱情诗 |