On a hot desert highway
No wind in the air
Half way across Xinjiang
I stop to photograph there
No wind in the air
Half way across Xinjiang
I stop to photograph there
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
Up ahead in the distance
Is a shimmering heat
The road goes on forever
The lines narrowing, vanishing until complete
So many memories I’ve captured
In an inadvertent frame
I’m the only one who’ll see them
For you it’s just not the same
I could tell you the stories
If you’ll just take the time
To read a thousand stanzas
‘Cause in this picture, there’s not even a line
Some hot desert highway
In the middle of nowhere
Xinjiang Autonomous Region, China
In the middle of nowhere
Xinjiang Autonomous Region, China
Taken during travels, 1998
April is National Poetry Month and I am participating in the National Poetry Writing Month challenge (NaPoWriMo) — 30 poems in 30 days. Though, I’ll no doubt write more than 30. 😉 All the poetry I write this month can be found here.
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