Did you ever imagine someone running beside your car as a way to stall the boredom on road trips as a child?
Mine has become a wolf.
And he no longer races my car, but the sun.
Howl, my son, howl.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoesíaMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
On The Road
Did you ever imagine someone running beside your car as a way to stall the boredom on road trips as a child?
Mine has become a wolf.
And he no longer races my car, but the sun.
Howl, my son, howl.
