Recessing into the reclusive shadows hanging below
the curtains against the window frame,
gazing into the wilderness with flares of orange,
yearning to experience the flow of the wind playing
the leaves and scattering dust upon the asphalt.

Travelling the guarded paths to forks in the road with
wheels grinding spewing dust from its spokes,
travesty of tragedy leaving the worn,
blood littered highway.

05/27/2003

Posted on 05/28/2003
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