Cranial Origami
Joined October 2021
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Old Flake Road
Estranged dreams left somewhere down old logging roads under a humid sun where burn lines run through the pines. To week and distant never making it past the youth who dreamt them. It’s where I left them with rattle snakes and old vodka bottles half buried in the dirt almost boiling in August. As thin as the heat that rises from tar pebble roads laid by men under the Eisenhower highway act of 1956. I out grew them or they died when I stopped believing in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Fond memories of a twinty two and squirrels, catching cat fish at pond that said no fishing. Momma is calling time to go home.
By Cranial Origami2 years ago in Poets