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melina padron Nov 2014
we are driving through lindale texas
and you are holding on to the bottle at your feet
harder
than you have ever held my hand

the times you smile at me, it does not touch your eyes
the moments your hand glides past me are merely accidents
when you look at me what do you see?

is it the
chances you saw yourself miss or
the mistakes you made unraveling in front of you again

we are cut from the same cloth,
because something in our DNA
and something in the heavens agreed
yours were the assets i would need
to survive.

we are driving through lindale texas
and you are muttering about a missed bill or two
and i’m just happy to be so close to you
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Texas border, El Paso,
I-10 and a ways to go,
just stopped and filled the tank,
grabbed some food and a drink.

Should be good for a while,
need to make three hundred miles,
next stop, where the grass turns green,
somewhere the other side of Abeline.

Adding 10 to my trip,
taking the left-hand split,
where the interstates divide,
from ten to twenty I take in stride.

Reach down and crank the radio,
the next exit is for Cisco,
quick pit stop, cashier with a frown,
let's head on to ol' cow town.

Passing through onto big D,
Dodging traffic hoping to be free,
as the drives begins to wear
First Monday, Canton, just up there.

As prairie lands give way to trees
and big cities are behind me,
Lindale and Tyler's exits
not far now to make a Texit.

Getting close now Shreveport bound,
there a hotel so I can lay down,
Ranging Texas far and wide
made it across I smile with pride.

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