Arizona 66

So isolated, so dry, so full of sand and rubble.

How did a traveler crash and burn so

So that his pickup sits; an empty frame crumbling from misplaced trust?

Did he get lost on his way to a better future?

Did he get caught up in the snares of his own ways?

Did he ever make it home?

Or did he wander into the dust?

Did he ever find fresh water, needed moisture,

That source of all life?

Or did his heart and soul, like his once new truck,

Turn to jaded, dry, rust?

–Written by Sandy Heights

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