I vision a place

safe without loss, the beginning of new,

the opening on all sides where anyone can relax

and sing.

It’s a shadow of a place, harbored beyond

envy and hate, turmoil and strife.

It’s the next train with an open boxcar.  A bus

sounding loud on a dusty road.  A car with the keys

left inside.

A thousand towns are out there.  Laced up shoes

and a back pack begin with me.

A soft song slips the bounds of a nearby window.

I bet angels are laughing where hot coffee is served.

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