Trickster.

Photo by John King

Not everyone can wit nature. Particularly something so ironically alive – the desert.

Thank You!

Out of money, but pockets full of time.

Endless road,
stretch into the horizon.

Steering wheel,
slightly oversized,
somewhat blocking,
never changing scene.

The sea of sand,
beside the road,
keeps playing,
tricks of mind
on tired nomad.

Out of money,
but pockets full of time.
Alone,
but undisturbed.

He feels alive,
by tapping trouble on the back,
removing rubble from his double.

All paths are figured out,
always ready for attack,
maneuvering the giant wheel,
between the empty lanes.

The flawless smile reflected in the mirror,
he drops his shades,
uncovering green eye,
looked reptile for a moment.

They never found the body,
some scraps of metal and a wheel,
looked peculiar, gigantic.

Follow the road.

Please let me know what you think of the poem on Twitter @FischerVladimir

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