I didn’t mean to
low road,
gravel clouds
blurring
smoke clouds,
swirling
to Free Bird.
Skin sweating,
wanting,
vinyl,
reclining seats.
We were lost
inside
a guitar riff,
ending before
things
could ever be
the same.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Prompt-40 words or less, Nostalgia
Artwork: “On the Low Ride” Angela Marinari
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
‘Free Bird’ is good but I just love ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ ; there is no better place to be than lost inside a guitar riff 🙂
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I couldn’t listen to free bird for a few years, but I can embrace it now, memories fading like that.
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I agree with John, it’s great getting lost inside a guitar riff. 🙂
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Thanks, Hobbo. There’s a few songs that have that ever-lasting riff.
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😂 Yes there are.
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The colors and textures in that painting are magnificent with your poem ❤️
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Beautiful poignant words, K! This was gorgeously written 🙂
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