i love the open road
and all that it suggests
wheelwagon dust
weeds and infidelities
and always swore our love
never questioned why
in a wooden house
immovable and silent
and drinking strawberry wine
forever lost in town


un man ir tā paveicies, es slīkstu mīliņā un nemaz necenšos peldēt augšup, kaut plaušas jau pilnas