The old county
Where I grew up
The straw north
Outside the state park
Where you could hear the rides
At night
Off the highway
That creaked in the evening
And cracked at dawn
The fields filled with
Corn and life
Back on
The other side
The valuable kiss
Is a moment
From the lips
And forever in
The heart
From now on
It started with a drip
Of one liquid
Moment
Into the next
The premium
Drip of my life
Is behind me now
And I’m doing
Alright
I twist and turn
On a hot summers afternoon
No inclination for movement
Or anything new
These tangled languid times
Are required to
Get back on my feet
To get back and compete
To be the best
Me
I can
Be
Amidst the highest
Of high rises
The darkest of pavement
The cracks in the road
And where we always go
There is the downtown grass
As green as a bouquet
Rising the spirts
Of the city dwellers
Who get
That mother nature
Is a part of life
No matter where
We go
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