Monday, July 2, 2012

a poem (1)

roanoke

never express
or digress
gravel for miles
in sunshine showers
tree covered hills
where a secret spills
of madman chatter
and nothing is sadder
than things unseen
or forgotten dreams

I want to live in Roanoke someday--
they seem to be everywhere, in almost every state,

rach

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