Stiff, colorful
tumbling over and over as the wind
pushes me on to
places
and things
I've never known.
Over mountains and
across plains on the
neverending interstates
the white-black-gray callous and
compacted from the multitude of trampling
feet, cars, souls.
I know not where I will go-
wherever the wind pushes me
On and on until
I am finally caught and
new life is forced into my
veins before I too can be
overwhelmed.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
Stiff, colorful
tumbling over and over as the wind
pushes me on to
places
and things
I've never known.
Over mountains and
across plains on the
neverending interstates
the white-black-gray callous and
compacted from the multitude of trampling
feet, cars, souls.
I know not where I will go-
wherever the wind pushes me
On and on until
I am finally caught and
new life is forced into my
veins before I too can be
overwhelmed.
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