Prime Wanderlust

Giddy up. Reign and slow.
Vertigo. Hold the roads down.
Trees bow and snicker.
Red and yellow river 101.
Pastel trail of trucks
Rolling down the Lane.
The avenue whispers
And looks the other way.

The flux of traffic dominoes.
Metal screams. People mind.
Passing slow, high from the
Highway ghosts.
All of wanderlust
In its prime.

Gold keeps mining.
The Westerlies keep bartering.
The high tide keeps exchanging.
Diamonds keep bleeding and conflicting.
All of wanderlust
In its prime.