Highway 66
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Thin blue highway hugging the soft edge of night,
along this strange western town burning
with tangerine light
like a necklace laid across a swell
of grass, over some vast New Mexican plain,
it fills me with a yearning
I’ve never quite been able to quell,
or explain.
About The Author
Ray Harvey
I was born and raised in the San Juan Mountains of southwestern Colorado. I've worked as a short-order cook, construction laborer, crab fisherman, janitor, bartender, pedi-cab driver, copyeditor, and more. I've written and ghostwritten several published books and articles, but no matter where I've gone or what I've done to earn my living, there's always been literature and learning as the constant in my life.
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Wow. Rich with imagery and soul in few words. The sense of longing palpable.
Lovely… in sound and thought.
J
What a pleasant surprise, Jef! Thank you!
Thank you for reading, and thank you for your exceptionally kind words, and thank you for dropping by.