fifty miles in
two months
cuz winter's
bangin' on
ears at a.m.
and arms
gone soft
in long-sleeves.
slow
that
roll.
fifty miles in
two months
cuz autumn
leaves dreams
drifting by
windows,
shadows faded
on whites draped
in waking.
branch cracks
sky tracks
shades of
sidewalks match
shapes in sky,
ghost ride
the whip
ankles-deep
in wool.
what
it
do.
lapse on
last laps...
shapes in waking
drifting by
ghosts gone
at a.m.
fifty miles in
two months
ain't
no
half-steppin'.
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