Chasing the Wind Part 2

On a train in an eastern direction

Searching for a missing connection.

Sitting still glances out the window

mini-movie screen where images flow.

The terrain rolls by past plains and grains

where little kids still wave at the train.

Pumpkin patches, billboards, coals glow hotter

the nuclear power plants you don't need to water.

He didn't exactly know where he was bound

as the ground passes by comforting sound.

Rumble of the trail he falls asleep

to a familiar place hidden too deep.

Wounded soldier lies in the field

Wondering just what he should feel.

Then she appears to where he fell,

offering him shelter, a warm hostel.

Took off her halo and hid her wings. 

The skies opened up rainbow rings.

Crickets grow silent whenever she's near

was it from comfort or out of fear?

A lucky rock a break or two

leaned on her crutches as good as new.

A moth flips and flutters to its light

mended wing restores its flight.

A walker in spirit the nurturing kind,

gentle friend with an original mind.

She draws the map to all ahead

gave him a place to rest his head.

Her knee had a screw, broken and scarred

the lone accident to which she starred.

Her limp he saw before in a dream

Vitamin B ointment for self esteem.

Abandoned, exhausted, forsaken and forlorn

she offered her hand reinforced the torn.

Simplifying life a special gift

many to feel bad, few could lift.

She liked to wear hats how could he resist?

a weakness inside one he had missed.

Where creativity and spontaneity relate

destined to meet her this was his fate.

A little rough around the edges, little burned out

black t-shirt, tennis shoes left him no doubt.

A quiet picnic in the cold of the park

sleeping in the car under the dark.

Pillow maker, teeth grinder, cigarette smoker

blackjack, hearts, a hand of poker.

Pool playing player touching the bank

peeing outside; a twin he could thank.

Smith and Brown women that walked funny

a year alone isolated like a bunny.

Colored Autumn leaves against the wall

where a trip isn't always just a fall.

brand new beginning a hopeful start.

Sat by the river revealed their hearts

She removed her shoes to wash her feet

he turned his face to the comforting heat.

In the Dakotas they sang out a song

and continued to sing all night long.

In the mountains passing the deer

by the side of the road, a look of fear.

He fudged up missing the Dairy Queen mural

storing her vanity a wooden bureau.

One armed pitcher, one armed bandits

whiskey for breakfast sip by sip.

Playing a game of counting the cows

a disturbed cat 319 meows.

She saw the smile in all he did

gently encouraged all that he hid.

He tried to buy stamps but the Postmaster died

he returned to his car to be by her side.

They watched as dogs ran wild and free

as she fixed them a picnic upon her knee.

A nap in Oklahoma under the sun

palm of rock salt adds to the fun.

"The sun has riz, the sun has set

and here we are in Texas yet."

In the Grand Canyon watched the sun rise

her silhouette outlined a naked disguise.

Treasures the moment like none before

one man's ceiling is one woman's floor.

Delivering beer her forgotten goal

two bootleggers watching mom bowl.

Two weary souls in need of a shower

only smelled better with each passing hour.

In the desert windmills and Joshua Trees

soaring spirits unburdened breeze.

She brushes her hair into a pony tail

Russian restaurant, bear on the trail.

Fire takes the home of a goat

in the cold she offers her coat.

Moviegoers see a picture show

a shared secret only they would know.

In. L.A. and lost in downtown

the car seems to circle around.

In an apartment she cooks them a meal

olive oil, asparagus acquired in a deal.

The total sum of the two was one

would you give a starving man gum?

She came into focus blurred as his vision

chain of events like nuclear fission.

Better man than he, her fake I.D.

did he belong, could he be?

Her stepfather worked on the line

calling out stops to those behind.

She led him to the edge, to the end

desperate train coming around the bend.

He turned around and she no longer was there

he lost his balance like a three legged chair.

A thousand short stories, a novel, a poem;

she left with him the desire to roam.

Storm clouds cluttered to stir up the mess

filled him up with an emptiness.

Her spirit ferments into a demon inside

no matter where he went he couldn't hide.

Equilibrium seemed to swing and sway

was it best to stay or walk away?

A sickness incurable disease too rare

just like her he cut off his hair.

Tried to settle down a permanent job

get his life in order like corn on the cob.

Until one day he decided enough was enough

so returned to where he stored her stuff.

He had fell mistaking God and women

using his heart to seek salvation.

Amnesia sufferer with memory best

could he forgive all he confessed?

The deepening hole that he alone dug

was it now time to pull the plug?

Wounded soldier alone on stage, legs broke

the dream was over as soon as he awoke.

His biggest fear was it wouldn't last

somehow she returned to part of his past.

Heading east two opposite ways

was it possible to reheat a souffle?

Constantly isolated but never alone

seeking a place to call his own home.

Searching their eyes to find what was lost

wandering the streets at any cost.

All the words spoken were mistakes like a typo

could a diabetic find cure revamping his hypo?

A contagious disease called wanderlust

she gave to him the intimate trust.

Did she continue to where they had been?

Could he meet her on the road once again?