In the great plain distance between
small town cafe and gas station,
beer can between your legs long
empty and no relief in sight,
you might find yourself standing
on the shoulder of a lonely road,
your only friend in your hand,
in which case
it will be a good idea
to stand with your back to
that unending prairie wind, unless
of course you hear the sound of
the rare oncoming car. Then
you may be forced to
choose between the wind and the
windows. Your decision will,
as always, depend on your
courage and the strength of the wind.
