the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, June 10, 2011

4867 Sunset: Holding

Now that old car rolls down a dirt road.
It is unfamiliar and unknown
It is a windshield point toward the front of a storm.
Now the sounds just slur and cannot differentiate.
Now the sun setting where it's safe.
What waits for me is this road that I have no choice but take,
And a gift bag of belongings for if ever make it.

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