There are many roads

some with my name

in the dust

others I forgot

like the place I’m from


boxcars like

the likes of me

no favorites

just moving through

storms and deserts


open land is

the power of silence

the spreading of alone

where road signs


suggesting the start

of what I should

leave behind






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