visiting
one
less
in years
more
in the eyes
than
anywhere else
across
a busy place
more
in years
less
in the eyes
maybe
walked right by
instead
across this place
nothing
concluded
shouldn’t
ask
what
is being seen
might
spoil the surprise
if
there is one in the box
like
jack
most
will never
read
these words
forget
hearing
them
read
aloud
almost
choking
smoke
and hot
coffee
the
dream
years
away
two
might make
the
difference
is
three times
running
out the door
won’t
look back
it
isn’t a bus stop
my
car is outside
and
nothing keeps my
steel
horse tied
to
the modern day saloon
twenty-five
minutes
past
the hour
look
up to the walls
flat
paper flowers
nothing
concluded. . .
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