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let’s hit the road,

no need to pack.

we’ll take your car —

four bald tires

will get us there,

no thoughts to turning back


Where highway

hits horizon

the drifter’s moon

hangs high.

our gypsy hearts

and gypsy souls

keep us on the fly


the mirror

shows the city lights

fading without trace

we’ll sleep beneath the cedars.

you’ll wake

in my embrace


we’ll bathe

in woodland streams,

clamber rocky cliffs,

discover the mountain pool


from our dreams


no plans lay before us,

no thoughts to where we’ll stay.

with open hearts and open minds

we will find our way