on a solo trail
your neck muscles haven't been
functioning as they once did
laces untied, mumbles fall to the floor.
nervous hands fumble with directions.
shoes that have roamed up and
down the east coast.
no destination, no time frame.
a deadline can't become
the hostage.
she said the sky was yellow,
I could hear her nervous
eyes looking for an answer,
something to get away.
vacant fields hold treasures
for minds at ease,
I've been sifting and sifting,
yet to see the horizon of the human mind.
east meet west,
sky meets road.
shoe laces drag,
but I've got somewhere to go.
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