STRANGERS FACE

Jump that train. Hold tight. Never worrying

about which way it’s going, just getting

on and going, feeling the hair lifting and

wind from prairie towns brushing my eyes

while passing quiet towns and barking dogs

where streets blend into the same, with maybe

a few alike, but all the same encouraging

me to take the road out of there for someplace else.

 

My strangers face and empty pockets makes

a nervous town suspicious. I dust it off and

follow the shoulder of a new path where

rails run straight, right to my next place of chance.

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