Bouncing along with desert wind buffeting you, it's hard to know by the heat shimmers whether the road will veer from a mountain's path. Considering the road length and the splash of gas left in the tank, the answer is perhaps significant.
Detour
Desert vista road,
Sagging black ribbon to ride,
Gores the bluff ahead
© 2006 Jim Ross
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Interesting that you caught the loneliness, Lynn. The feeling was exacerbated by the Sierra's making me feel "small" (the trip being ridden on a motorcycle), and no notion how far to the next gas station. Everything worked out fine, and now I look back on the majesty with great fondness. Amy George published an oil pastel that evokes the feeling of that ride for me. It's at Untitled Oil Pastel by Amy George .
Me too, Kathryn. Thank you. Have a Happy New Year!
Hi, Shaunee. Thank you for your comment.
Jim, I like this:)
That's what it looked like, Virginia, although the map said the road would veer off--you know, one of those paper facts that doesn't satisfy your skepticism. Thank you for your nice comment.
It did at that, Wilhelmine--over and under my sunglasses.
Love your animation, Debra. Happy New Year!
Thank you, Terry.
I agree, Sue. Hopefully from a shady spot sipping water.
Happy New Year, Vijay. Thank you.
Happy New Year, Cheryl. The best to you and yours.
Me, too, Sherry. Ever tried to dodge them at sixty mph? :-) Thank you for that. BTW, I'm always amazed at those bouncing, skeletal balls' huge size.
sublime haiku second line. Bravo!
Hi, Gerry--My pleasure; thank you for that nice comment. The shiny black taper and point of the road's perspective caused the metaphor of the horn. I appreciate your insight.
I'm glad you like it, Cecile. Thank you.