So here we are
again,
Brown leaf blankets
and stereo lullabies.
The thing about
horizons
is I can
never remember
which direction
I am heading.
The sun
looks the same,
rising and
setting.
A crystal ball and
a rear view mirror
look the same
when you’re
driving
in circles.
I wrote
my future
on your back,
so I’d be sure
to see it
as you walk
away.
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