Southbound on 75....
kicked back in my work truck at 55,
a hard days labor had me feeling alive.
Suddenly in the west, on my right,
a warm and glowing sunset, one of a kind....
I was overwhelmed, fully satisfied...
As I glanced to the left in the east,
a full moon on the rise
Universe Mother Spirit was smiling down,
Traveling companions, one on each side,
Painting by Susan Sedon Boulet
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