Dreams of freedom

haunt my mind,

to be again

with my own kind
 

Heart yearns for

an open road,

the brotherhood

that strangers showed
 

Wind pulls hard

on jacket sleeve,

makes me long

for time to leave
 

Highway stretches

out so long,

a slow refrain

of some old song
 

I’ve felt as weed

upon a lawn,

a memory

of culture gone

Casey Mack (1988)