She Leaves Me For The Ocean
My Beloved Sandra often leaves me for the ocean, several hours drive away. She almost always invites me along. I almost always decline her invitation. She enjoys the salty air while I stay home to count the hay bales like a shepherd counts his sheep. This morning I revised a poem about that very dynamic, and sent it out for consideration to Blacktop Passages, a fairly new (3rd issue pending) publication about all things road-trippy.
At home or on the road, Call Me Cate at SHOW MY FACE rocks!