tri-state drives
That time in Cincinnaticicadas in the summer breeze
mem’ries for the winter freeze
across the river on gentle
flowing Indiana slopes
tubing passed fervent hopes
a smile was all there was
between the great big sky
and the open road to Kentucky
terminating breathe in Tennessee
there’s always more in the distance
across a ribboned asphalt sea
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2021-08-14 at 06:05
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