anne

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
before this storm and on this road
in these shoes tying and laces fraying
and rocks kicked, i've learned
i have not seen enough; i have not heard enough
constellations expand and retract
accordian-like without the soundtrack
the time? incredible
the ink? readable
the breathe? taken; sold even!
while wind blows your name across my lawn
i can almost see your house if i look hard enough
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