sematics

nowhere,
nothing but
dusty road,
roasting heat.
No one here
but us,
a broken down car
and missing
ending

now here,
home,
four walls
and a garage with
a rusty Ford.
The road stops here
for tonight.
Tomorrow
is another story.




Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2006-08-02 at 21:39

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peanutts
I like it
2006-08-31