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all I know, allowing, gravel roads, life, love, remembering, roads to home, sacred intimacy, sometimes, wandering
of moments
some unworthy
I’ve forgotten
where they went
roads I thought
might get me back
to home
loosened by a memory
kept aside the same
words where none
would matter
anyway
how it was
and where I left
these pieces of my soul –
to question
who would notice
what was gone
dreaming
has a way about
of bringing us around
along the road
we wandered
yesterday
. . .
tornadoday 