A message in the clouds


over a backroad.

A broken thread releases a

gallon of dreams where

night birds run unchecked

on country roads.

The unspoken order of fragile

pledges prompts secret

trespasser’s away from

downtown fortresses

for the unknown, the

chance of speed,

with a splash of hope and

promises broken;

there’s no end to the







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