Always the way:
First fine day
And old allegiance
Starts to stir.
Like hedgerow flowers
My dormant dreams
Awaken, bright, alluring,
And draw me in.
Shrug off ten years
With my winter clothes
And chase a younger self
In my racing shadow;
Wish for no world beyond
The heat mirage ahead;
All thought drowned
In the sound of the wind
And my own breathing.
Nail a For Sale sign
On my long-mortgaged soul;
The asking price:
One more summer on the road.
Gonecycling (again) 