RUNNING AWAY

Open boxcars

men failed at chance

broken families

seasons to forget

miles separate the pain

turned up collars

faded jeans

empty pockets

soft eyes

yesterdays meal

from garbage cans

behind a diner

at a river town

 

bayous and bridges

sand and deserts

push on engines

running hot

grease and creosote

luck long gone

past cemeteries where

worn shoes belong

 

as iron wheels

create the motion

of leaving something

behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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