to where the streets are paved in peace and love.
A multi-state passage.
Through tormented climates,
and rebel truck stops.
Burning diesel through the dawn,
former life left behind in fragments along the highway.
Dreams riddled in petals and shy hues,
yearning to feel that San Fran breeze.
The road flying under my feet.
Each night, its arms open wider, beckoning.
Normalcy and Routine are hitchhiking, I pass them by.
I see the Haight, it's colors looming in the distance.
Folks helping each other.
Loving each other.
The world as it should be.
Upon first step, the energy runs through me.
Catching my breath, I know I am home.
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