tip of the tongue

I love late night runs down that old familiar path I know so well, winding through alphabet streets & ducking under low hanging (now empty) branches that reach across alleyway fences & jumping over mini sidewalk mountains (concrete volcanoes exploding but oh so slowly as roots stretch and yearn for freedom) & thinking about that accidental tangent trip around connecticut back roads in a yellow ryder truck, that first mile between me and oklahoma, the cobalt blue trek strapped to the back of my tercel from here to that lake in idaho. Dreaming of a place I don't know yet, a road that will lead me there...a place just on the tip of the tongue. It will come to me. Then I will follow suit.



p.s. 140.31 = amount of campus cash added so far today