Collaboration with another poet

On this high road on which I'm driving, the air's all too rarified. Alas soon I'll be arriving, where my rage shall be sanctified. Perhaps I'm due a long vacation, from chronic self-righteous affliction. So I veer off this slog of indignation, onto Love Highway without any speed restriction.  Robert 

prismatic rainbows

follow the yellow brick road~

reach out on Love Lane

                              Anaya