Across the Horizon

The highway rises up to greet me and my car;

Stuffed to its limits with the essentials-books, books and more books;

Things like a bed and utensils will come later;

Because;

I’m on the road for a new beginning;

Today;

Only my most precious mental furniture will accompany me as

I

enter

The Golden State

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