she was
a dry field
waiting for
a weeping sky
on out of
town roads
that recognized her
on the wheel
and then off
again spirit,
absent of shelter
with wilting steps
expecting escape
to the which way
or the without
where a stone bench
is softer than
sitting in the
wrong place
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Author:
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