the wagon,
I am packing
with the few things
worth the keeping
mostly, leave behind me
more than I am taking
turn my back
to burned out stubble
in the dewfall haze
of morning
on the rutted roads
I'm riding
feel the cooling grace
of moving
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Monday, November 18, 2013
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