The Refuge

We had all came to the desert
to try out our homemade go carts
speeding along without a care
the rain came out of nowhere
pouring, we could not see, as
we stopped there was an old
abandoned house, more like a
shack in a sense, small but a
place to take refuge. It smelled
of old books, wood and clothing
I ravaged through old books,
papers, things that had long
been left behind, i wondered,,,,
who, why, as i sat looking,
thinking.....