Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

There’s too much in my brain now that I can’t think about. You’re dancing in the desert like a dog finally let out. Walking in the woods I startled two absconded cows. A human pair will pledge next week—I’m sad to miss the vows. How’d you find a place to park that night? It made sense to keep on driving. I love to see your sleepy face, to hear my baby sighing. This adventure doesn’t suit most needs, but Texas might surprise ya. Most states have something worth a night. I know a spot in Nebraska. Roaming ain’t so special to the folks that do it often. I want to know I saw it all before we shop for coffins.