Monday, April 6, 2015

Out of gas

He thinks we're at a crossroads 
that relationships 
are like bus depots 

where weary people wander 
bleary-eyed from their 
faded fabric seats 

across terminals crammed with 
travelers, seekers, 
and dreamers who hope 

their fortunes will change between 
stops in Little Rock 
and Los Angeles

And maybe he's right
But I already 
got off of the bus.


April PAD Day 4 - departure

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