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dirt road

Road on dandelion field

 

a
dirt road
surrounded by
onion
hay
muddy
when it rained
loved the smell
on hot summer days

I taste freedom
on my tongue

adventure
promised
weaving
stories among the fields
my fire burning bright
a wanderer at five

on the way
to the blacktop
asphalt
bus stop waiting
small feet escaping
violent hate
murderous words
rape

I love that
dirt road
it was the promise of
a way to escape

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