TO ANOTHER PLACE

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

collide

suggesting the start

of what I should

leave behind

 

 

 

 

 


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