in return...
so the saddle was busted, pants dusted, hands crusted and the mind lusted... for greener tuesdays, purified water and heat. i chased one... almost caught it. i rode all night to find it and when i grabbed it i lost it.
so i'll hang my hat on a job well done. an experience had. a place visited and a trade learned... but i will run home.
jackson was nice and the park gave new sights to my album. jen was wishful and the drink tasteful, i was being wasteful, but we laughed in the hotel room. we spoke of the rocks we had climbed to get where we were. two wandering souls without an itenerary, just a plan. two kids far from childhood resisting the night knowing tomorrow will bring reality back to hand... and the road to cheyenne, well, the windmills broke the big blue sky like stripped umbrellas from a cocktail. things were spinning and my heart numbed... 81 miles from cheyenne.
denver never saw me coming... i stuck to the shadows for most of the time... warming to my two bit meal, i ate montana cuisine in colorado, tired once more, and drifted out the door to aurora.
"to sweet kansas plains" i toasted my milk to the wind as it was all that could embrace me at the time. i am almost home, its about a quarter past nine. one big right turn and 70 said goodbye, the border towns smelling like well aged wine.
oklahoma, home at last.
in return, i guess i never wanted to say goodbye, i never wanted to give up, i never have. but i had to know... had to see if i could do it, just to prove it. my heart still lies somewhere in a stall... i can still smell the grain, the leather and the ladigo. i can taste the oil and feel the campfire. i am still breathing the dust and licking my wounds... proud wounds, if i am, proud to have them.
more so, i am happy, i found some healing out there... no one hurt me, no one you know... but still yet i qwas able for once to clean out the closet and find solid flooring.
and with my return, i have found the urget o leave again, but i know fate has its ways and i am prone to tempt it. but the heart hates me for dragging it from mexico to montana... from florida to washington... and grinding off the rockies along the way. so this time, i turn it down and i will stay... on the trail.
along the way,
joe | 
