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Shush, shush, shush, shush…
Tires whispering a song,
Stirring rain and highway
Grit into a message my
Heart is glad to take at
Surface, for once; it’s been
So long since I was ready
To look at anything that way.
It feels like this is the day
My soul’s come home,
Wearing the face of a man
Too tired to tell the story
Of where he went without
First taking a moment or
Night to feed his gut and
Rest his eyes.
And that’s just fine because
I don’t know where to start to
Try to explain what I’ve been
Doing with his house.
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Benjamin Kibbey
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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