040310w Eyes On Hill Watching You

so nice, really nice to lean
on this bucket seats
warm glove over my body
soft as you could imagine
in concert with reeving engine
cradled by loving melody

i could sleep in here, no time
cool weather, pulsing breeze
highway open; abandon airport
it's me against a radar from hill
he is not looking now writing report
calling his wife for late dinner tonight

by Manonton Dalan

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